I smirk at Jackie and she rolls her eyes before taking off her bra from under her shirt, and then putting it over her clothes. She goes into the bathroom for her underwear and I bite my lip, How does she take off her bra without taking her shirt off?
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
