Mr. Early the next morning Presley stands before a plain, body-length mirror wearing a dress much like the one she wore the previous day, the darkness under her eyes a little lighter but the ever present wormhole in her core twisting her into an uneasy mess of emotion. Pornhat In the daylight one could see the warn mahogany leather, dark laces that tied right up to Presley’s mid-calf, they were most un-lady like, but made Presley herself feel like a much stronger woman. For the most part they just come over and shake her hand, say their condolences, some offer a few more words and there is a table where some guests place flowers or trinkets to pay respects to her father, some even leave food which grants slight glares from
