Though I'm not sure, I thought I saw women dressed in black, with her head and face covered by a black veil, duck behind a tree as we approached the road and parked car. Hiding so we wouldn't see her. But I caught a glimpse, enough to reveal the rope of lustrous pearls she wore. Pearls that were there for a thin white hand to lift and nervously, out of long habit, twist and untwist into a knot. Only one women I knew did that--and she was the perfect one to wear black, and should run to hide!Forever hide! Color all her days black! Every last one!
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V.C. Andrews was a 20th-century American novelist. Cleo Virginia Andrews, better known as Virginia C. Andrews or V. Read more on Wikipedia →
Themes
- Death — Contemplations on mortality, loss, and the legacy we leave