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	After the last guest was gone Georgina went to her bedroom to change while Klaus locked up. She told herself it had been a very successful evening, while she sat looking at her reflection in the full length mirror of her antique bureau. The bureau had a low knee high table with drawers on either side for cosmetics and jewelry. Georgina kept her wedding jewelry which came as a personal dowry in these drawers. As she looked at her flushed reflection she thought that at 37 she looked eighteen. She looked down at her clothes and loved the simplicity of the hand silk screened pattern, three leaves on a stem repeated and reversed forming a triangle white on black and black on white. She felt the richness of the medium weight matte silk with her hands. All evening she had emanated sophistication and her own unique simple style and elegance. She couldn't have looked better or done a better job of the party for Klaus and their friends. Georgina got up a little unsteadily and undressed and hung the clothes from a hanger on the outside of her closet for the maid to pick up and take to the cleaners the next day, and sat down at her bureau again loosening the bun at the nape of her neck. The clothes reflected in the mirror. The top shorter in the middle, made like an upside down U and the straight wide draw string pants. From the reflection her eyes moved to the matching earrings on her ears, free form 6 by 4 inch triangular shapes made up of layers of guinea fowl feathers wrapped in silver wire ending in a silver ball suspended on hooks. Her eyes moved between the earrings and the clothes and it occurred to Georgina that this whole attire was not only her wardrobe but a metaphor for something or someone else. As she intently looked at the clothes and earrings she felt these items belonged to a ceremonial bird. She imagined the clothes as part of the bird's camouflage, the earrings a hint of the bird's hiding place in the black twigs, and white leaves. Wearing them she felt herself transform into some kind of a bird hiding in a black tree at night with the moonlight shining and making the leaves shine white and black.

After the last guest was gone Georgina went to her bedroom to change while Klaus locked up. She told herself it had been a very successful evening, while she sat looking at her reflection in the full length mirror of her antique bureau. The bureau had a low knee high table with drawers on either side for cosmetics and jewelry. Georgina kept her wedding jewelry which came as a personal dowry in these drawers. As she looked at her flushed reflection she thought that at 37 she looked eighteen. She looked down at her clothes and loved the simplicity of the hand silk screened pattern, three leaves on a stem repeated and reversed forming a triangle white on black and black on white. She felt the richness of the medium weight matte silk with her hands. All evening she had emanated sophistication and her own unique simple style and elegance. She couldn't have looked better or done a better job of the party for Klaus and their friends. Georgina got up a little unsteadily and undressed and hung the clothes from a hanger on the outside of her closet for the maid to pick up and take to the cleaners the next day, and sat down at her bureau again loosening the bun at the nape of her neck. The clothes reflected in the mirror. The top shorter in the middle, made like an upside down U and the straight wide draw string pants. From the reflection her eyes moved to the matching earrings on her ears, free form 6 by 4 inch triangular shapes made up of layers of guinea fowl feathers wrapped in silver wire ending in a silver ball suspended on hooks. Her eyes moved between the earrings and the clothes and it occurred to Georgina that this whole attire was not only her wardrobe but a metaphor for something or someone else. As she intently looked at the clothes and earrings she felt these items belonged to a ceremonial bird. She imagined the clothes as part of the bird's camouflage, the earrings a hint of the bird's hiding place in the black twigs, and white leaves. Wearing them she felt herself transform into some kind of a bird hiding in a black tree at night with the moonlight shining and making the leaves shine white and black.