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FOURTH GENRE MAGAZINE EXPLORATIONS IN NONFICTION Volume 4, Number 1, Spring 2002 HER TRUE FACE Janice Eidus Nominated by the editors for a Pushcart Prize My sister answers her door in a short, pale pink nightgown with lacy frills at the neck and hem, the kind of nightgown that Hollywood femme fatales like Marilyn Monroe and Kim Novak wore in the 50s. Even though it's in the early 70s, Alice still idolizes those sultry blonde bombshells; her need to be seductive is as much a part of her as her narrow, straight nose and her yellow-flecked, hazel eyes. Right now her shoulder-length hair, the color of fine sand, is messy and tangled, which isn't surprising, since it's the middle of the night and she'd been asleep when I called her moments earlier from a pay phone on the street. As she lets me in, her cool expression detracts from the sensual picture she otherwise presents. (excerpt from the short memoir, HER TRUE FACE) © Janice Eidus |
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