The Masks
“Here, try this one,” said D’arcy, and handed Linda a paper maché mask from the trunk. It was painted bright blue. The beak was yellow and purple feathers were glued on the sides and front so that they dropped over the eye holes.
Linda took the mask and put it on. It rested on her shoulders, covering her entire head like a helmet. It tended to droop down a little in the front so that she had to to tilt her head back to see clearly. She felt awkward and foolish.
“How do I look?” she said.
D’arcy smacked his lips and held his hand up with the fingertips pressed together. “Magnificent. With the blue lace wrap and the blue gloves, you’ll be the hit of the dance.”
“I don’t know,” she said. “It keeps falling off my nose.”
“That’s because you don’t know how to wear it properly. He
