Below is Part 4 of 18 monthly installments for Visitant.
It had been years since Beulah had spent any meaningful amount of time in front of her mirror. When the last of her line had left five years ago, she had decided it was time to put the brushes and combs and gowns dyed in costly hues to rest. This was done with some relief.
She had never been a woman with extravagant taste. Her uncle had called her matronly when she was in her early teens. It made her miss her father. Those days were relics she chose on most mornings to ignore.
Yet, she had understood her appearance was an extension of her duty into middle age. Even as an older woman, long past earning the respect of the members of lesser families, she had…
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