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March 16, 2011

Fay promised her daughter that she’d pay for her to go to secretarial college. “You should learn how to do something besides drive,” she said one morning. She was sitting at her dressing table in a lacy negligee, “putting on her face”, as she called it. This required the utmost attention. Anna loved to watch her mother put on make-up, becoming lovelier with each expert stroke of a brush. Fay took her beauty seriously. “After all, “ she said, carefully applying mascara to her long lashes, “you’re nothing to look at. You need something to fall back on.”