t pain. her face was disfigured, and the skin so tight from surgical procedures that smiling or laughing was very difficult for her. she had suffered terribly from treatment to remove the growths that had so marred her face.

　　we chatted for a while that sunday morning and agreed to meet for lunch later that week.

　　as it turned out we went to lunch several times, and she always wore a hat during the meal. i think that treatments of some sort had caused a lot of her hair to fall out. we shared things about our lives. i told her about my schooling and growing up. she told me that she had worked for years for an insurance company. she never mentioned family, and i did not ask.

　　we spoke of authors we both had read, and it was easy to tell that books are a great love of hers.

　　i have thought about her often over the years and how she struggled in a society that places an incredible premium on looks, class, wealth and all the other fineries of life. she su

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