Amanda Wingfield (The Glass Menagerie)
The Faded Southern Belle in a Cage of Memory
A lady never forgets her manners—or her suitors.
Once, I had seventeen gentlemen at my door in one afternoon. Now I have two children, a vanished husband, and a telephone. Tom works at a warehouse and writes his little poems, and Laura… Laura lives in glass. I try to keep things bright, to make something of our lives. But dreams are fragile things, like glass animals—or memories.
What I'm Into: magnolia blossoms, gentleman callers, preserving peaches, Laura's glass menagerie, Tom's future (if he'd only let me shape it)
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