Monday, March 9, 2015

Flapper in the Making

" 'Welcome home, sailor,' says she, and sliding her bare arms around my neck gave me a kiss that was as unexpected as it was sensual. Her warm, small-breasted body rested against me for a second, then she was hugging Sis and Owen and giving me a charming view of her back-side, thinly draped in a dark-green dress that was way ahead of its time, tighter and shorter than anything I'd seen since Shanghai. Our dear Norah was definitely a pioneer version of what would come to be know as a Flapper."