GINEVRA June 1917
The sameness of the days dragged us all into a wakeful sleeping walking, a stroll to a destination unknown as we held our breaths.
Pearl and I and the other PEA women continued to take our turns as Silent Sentinels at the State House, continued to suffer the insults of the women on the other side of the lane. In contrast to what our men overseas suffered, it was less than the sting of a bee.
On days when we weren"t at our posts, I sat in my fashion house, my empty fashion house, and sketched designs I might well never make, for I had no customers to make them for, save for a handful of the socialites who continued to come to me through the summer. Now they too had gone. If not for my husband"s help and that of my father, and my dwindling savings from earnings while at
