“Young by most accounts. An age when men drank bathtub gin and drove recklessly and listened to ragtime music and danced with women who wore headbands and fringed dresses. For women, it was different. Hope began to dim for a woman when she turned twenty. By twenty-two, the whispers at town and church would have begun, the long, sad looks. By twenty-five, the die was cast. An unmarried woman was a spinster. "On the shelf" they called her, shaking heads and tsking at her lost opportunities. Usually people wondered why, what had turned a perfectly ordinary woman from a good family into a spinster.”
Book:The Four Winds
