The Only Pure Love

The Only Pure LoveSally Dennis was a very pretty young matron, with a neat small face and a great luxuriance of hair, sleek, healthy, most remarkable. In corduroy pedal pushers behind the cart in the supermarket at the corner of Columbus and Taylor in San Francisco, she could pass for somebody's teenage daughter. Then, abruptly, after a few minutes before the mirror, her gamine oddity -- pale small face framed by that dark hair -- might be transformed for the evening into the teasing mystery of...