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Show 58 THE WHITE SUIT After Don said he'd be home at six, Sara went out for a walk. She stopped to sniff a white rosebud and s i t on a park bench. A man in a low-slung hat paced behind her, back and forth, his hands indecisive. " I am a lady," she whispered to him, her elbow resting on the green slats of the bench. "I walk with my head high, toes and eyes pointed straight ahead, knees brushing together like models' knees to avoid the bow-legged look. I can keep five books on top of my head and s t i l l glide like a swan on smooth water." The man stopped pacing. "I'm elegant, unruffled. I move to celestial music unbound by rhythmi cal form. In white," she continued, "I will greet my Maker." The man in the hat ground his cigarette into the grass with his shoe, pulled up his collar, and put his hands in his pockets as he walked away. Don gave Sara a red s i lk scarf with blue and orange stripes. "For you." "I can't." "Why not?" Being a lady wasn't easy. |