She used to stand in front of the jewellers’ windows where there were pearls displayed.
The rings delighted her.
The brooches bewildered her.
But the necklaces distracted her.
She used to gaze at them.
She used to gloat over them.
And then she would go home—relieved.
But not satisfied.
In her bedroom Paula had pictures on the walls.
Many were studies of women wearing pearls.