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The New Louise

The New Louise Sharon Pomerantz Photo of landscape by Dave Durden; photo of English bulldog by Dan Pearce fiction n the first morning her husband was away at a con- ference upstate, Louise Lampert sat up in bed, strangely awake and aware. On summer mornings like this one, she generally rolled over and struggled back to sleep, finally rising, half in dread, by ten or eleven, but today the city beckoned, and the sun streamed optimistically across her peach area rug. Walking toward the bathroom, she noticed her feet: they were narrower than usual, and paler. No bunions or visible veins, and her toenails were the palest shell pink. Normally, when Louise bothered to paint her toenails, she picked bright scarlet to warm up the sallow undertones in her skin. She had someone else's polish on her feet. In the mirror on the bathroom door, she suddenly saw her--or rather, Louise saw herself: a woman about 5'10", with straight blond hair past her shoulders, hair variegated in color, as if touched, constantly, by lighting from behind. Her skin was creamy and unlined, peachy now rather than sallow; she had large, expressive blue eyes and a perfectly straight nose, the tip forming http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png The Missouri Review University of Missouri

The New Louise

Pomerantz, Sharon
The Missouri Review , Volume 37 (2) – Jul 19, 2014
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Sharon Pomerantz Photo of landscape by Dave Durden; photo of English bulldog by Dan Pearce fiction n the first morning her husband was away at a con- ference upstate, Louise Lampert sat up in bed, strangely awake and aware. On summer mornings like this one, she generally rolled over and struggled back to sleep, finally rising, half in dread, by ten or eleven, but today the city beckoned, and the sun streamed optimistically across her peach area rug. Walking toward the bathroom, she noticed her feet: they were narrower than usual, and paler. No bunions or visible veins, and her toenails were the palest shell pink. Normally, when Louise bothered to paint her toenails, she picked bright scarlet to warm up the sallow undertones in her skin. She had someone else's polish on her feet. In the mirror on the bathroom door, she suddenly saw her--or rather, Louise saw herself: a woman about 5'10", with straight blond hair past her shoulders, hair variegated in color, as if touched, constantly, by lighting from behind. Her skin was creamy and unlined, peachy now rather than sallow; she had large, expressive blue eyes and a perfectly straight nose, the tip forming

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Published: Jul 19, 2014

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