Imogene was bathed in what came flickering from the television set. Images of dashing men in suits, women with pearls always at their throat and high heels always on their feet...It made Imogene wonder. Was there more to life than scrubbing the linoleum on her hands and knees? Was it her destiny for her days to be filled with dusting and dishes and despondency? That morning, after Hugh had left for work, Imogene packed a small bag, locked the door, and left...
Imogene was bathed in what came flickering from the television set. Images of dashing men in suits, women with pearls always at their throat and high heels always on their feet...It made Imogene wonder. Was there more to life than scrubbing the linoleum on her hands and knees? Was it her destiny for her days to be filled with dusting and dishes and despondency? That morning, after Hugh had left for work, Imogene packed a small bag, locked the door, and left...
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