Gloria took off her beret and crammed it into a drawer of her desk.
Gloria put the clay back into the drawer and reached for her beret.
She felt her hair falling about her neck and shoved it up underneath her beret.
These were the first thoughts that she did not confide to Beret.
Mildrid turned pale and stared at Beret, who stared back at her.
Beret drew down her arms ...