Faces in the Water - Pg 145

   Alice died in the night, in great pain. There was a comfort for us in knowing that the nurse on duty had a reputation for laying out the dead with care. They said she made Alice look beautiful; a touch of cotton wool here and there, her cheeks full and flushed and delicately made-up, her hands clasping fresh flowers. If one had known Alice only in the daytime as the prim hard-working maid of the ward, one would have thought that should she chance to wake and find herself wearing lipstick and rouge she would be shocked. But we had seen her in the night and heard her thrilling extravagant tales, and surely, we thought, no one would have been more pleased to spend the longest night of all transformed, though mildly, as a Jezebel.