Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Bo...y" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A prison grown large to restrainThis sweet and simple, gentle brainWhich longs with every coarse. The next day flew by. We checked into a hotel so our guest would not know our home address. We felt it was best to take that precaution. Soon it was 8:00 PM and Susan said we should shower so we are ready when out guest arrives at 10. I didn’t know his name and I was hoping he didn’t know mine. Susan told me she had bought masks for us to wear so we would not recognize each other if we ever met again. I thought that was a very good idea. They covered the top part of our face except for two eye. "I need to look extra good for tomorrow afternoon. Can you get one of the newer gowns for me, Shelby? How can I make this room look cheerier, I wonder..."The words came fast, as if all one sentence, until Clay's voice left off and his thoughts took over. It was unlike him to worry about his surroundings, but here, he was out of his element."She's coming tomorrow I take it," Shelby teased."Yes, in the afternoon. What if my meds make me sleepy and I doze off? She might see I'm asleep and leave. Both Gina and my mom begged me to at least try on the gown Gina had forthe pageant, but I stood my ground, and even though I more than liked theway Gina's clothes felt whenever I wore them, I had no wish to give mysister, and certainly not mom, any more ammunition than they already had.I walked away, knowing that they would try again, and I was right, theydid, over dinner. After almost another hour of constant nagging, I finallygave in, but with the very firm statement from me that I would.Read More
