Head of Zeus -- an Aries Book

Like most women, I grew up with the looking, grew into it. So that even today, alone in the backyard, I can still feel those phantom eyes and shape my body to the audience. Carrying myself in ways that will please them, stretching out gracefully by the pool, back arched, eyes closed against the sun like a woman in a movie, an icon of mystery and elegance

quiet contemplation when the lights went out, wondering how the days of one’s newly useless life could dissipate so quickly, like grains of sand through an hourglass