How tenderly she had arranged the gray pottery head of a woman on her mantel—the subtly revealed head of an archaic woman. It exhibits some bumps and some splits.
This was a gift from the Danish gentleman who had also given her a Georg Jensen necklace in the original box.
She had been lucky in love as she understood it.
And that night—some progress to report. Something exciting afoot. She has a quarter hour more to live.
Even if she only gets to the lower roadway, she’ll have to manage somehow.
Her boiled woolen cloak was wrapped around her tilting body and she was driving her car as if it were being blown away by the wind.
She had gone down this particular road to go home for years. This time she also arrived close by the familiar place, dying.
A tulip tree, tucked into a right angle formed by two planes, was brought into her view.
The police officer who inspected her dead body saw one area of damage and the pretty mother-of-pearl, gold and enamel Jensen ornament that was around her neck.
She has been associated with sex and with childbirth. No less interesting, she was a traveler on this unsophisticated country road.
Her facial features are remarkably symmetrical, expressing vigor and vulnerability.