The belles got invited to the ball. They all wore glass slippers and gold lined dresses. They rouged their cheeks and powdered their noses. But in the last half hour a terrible thing had occurred. One by one they expired and only I was left. Left standing in the doorway, bereft, alone, alone once more. I left and went home. Lying in my bed that night I wondered was I unhinged, unhinged to do such wrong to such innocents, and all for the love of a man.