VIII. Patricia’s awakening

Patricia woke up every morning and dressed for the day.

It was a solemn observance. With each layer she put away the loose fantasies of the night before and put a demure face on her feelings.

The tights went on. The radio turned on. The slip-on shoes secured. Nothing owed to no-one.

Once the concealer was applied she had a last look at her skin, had a wee and exited her flat. The library awaited her vocation.

She was now duty bound and ready for the day.

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