She Stands in Pallor (rewrite)
She stands in pallor; veils black and scarlet adorn her in homage to Valentino. That Italian, whose death marked the mid-point of the 1920’s, th at decade of freedom, defiance, the Scopes Trial, and the Leopold and Loeb murder. Valentino, who had made the tango infamous and given sensuality to the Middle East on celluloid, had broken the mold of star and created a supernova of sorts. How she would have wept at his funeral, if she had been alive in those days! What would she have given to be clasped in his arms as he rocked her in dance at his peak of life! And all she had of him was flickering images and silver photographs, shining like windows into an inviting glade forbidden to her. And, all she had of love was her soul mate, though second fiddle to Valentino, Noah. He had come to the grave site, dressed as crisply as Rudolph might have been. Hi s sandy hair and blue eyes are not dark as Valentino’s, but his virility is unquestionable to her. This mourning for her beloved