A moment past her prime, Marthe tilted her chin forward.

It was a trick taught by her mother that “elongates the neck and makes your decollate irresistible.”  She hoped it was working because she felt a bit like a fool, or a giraffe, maybe a foolish giraffe.

Boning poked at the tender skin under her arms, and she wondered if the cleavage was too much.  It was expected, the style for a woman her age, but every time she looked down, there it was, a mountainous spilling of porcelain.

Two men walked toward her, one as if surveying a buffet.  She let out a breath, tried not to roll her eyes, and put on her demure smile, the one her mother said, “should be the smile of a woman willing to compromise, dear.”

The eager man took her hand in his sweaty palm and she rose, as was proper, for yet another twirl around…

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About Jane Wilson

Jane Wilson graduated from the University of Michigan Law School, was a trial attorney for 25 years and has served on the faculty of the National Institute for Trial Advocacy on numerous occasions. She was an Adjunct Professor of Law at Cleveland State University for several years and served as an Interim Associate Professor of Law in the clinical program at Case Law School. In 2009, she returned to the small southwestern Michigan community where she was raised, and wrote a novel.
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