Dale arrived at the Chalet, a reporter he was, from Yale. A local group of ladies, committed to improving a local convalescent home, called "The Aleph", were having a sale and a car wash, and they were doing it "Braless"!
He looked at his calendar, and turned pale. He was to meet Gale Tisp at the "Sale Barn". He was anxious to get going. A salesman from the town, had shown him a picture of her, and she was beautiful. No tall tale about her. She was smart to." Braless" or not! She was a paleontologist, and that appealed to him. Brains and braless. He had to smile. This would work well with his other sixties articles. He had writen about "Whales," the "Asphalt Sealers", and the connection to an allergic reaction because of a chemical, used in their work, and also about a new shale, that could be used in the art of scrimshaw. His male friends were jealous of this gig, and he knew it. Off he went.
First thing he noticed at the "Sale Barn", was the effect of gravity, on the older "Braless Ladies". He made a note to mention that, diplomatically in his story. He sat on a hay bale, around where the "Invited Speaker's" were going to be. Along with the bake sale, a man, who knew Gale was speaking on "Micropaleontology," he did not want to miss it. They were raising money to buy percale sheets in pastels, with matching spreads, to aid in the "building of a homey atmosphere". He knew about Convalescent Homes. Another reason he was here. A man who had brought his own salad, of kale, sat on the bale of hay by him, spale scattered on the ground. He was also from Yale, and he was bored.
After watching Gale for awhile, he knew he had to leave. "Braless" was not his idea of a sales hook. He was wrong. She herself, was no braless wonder. He was interested in the plight of the convalescent home, but the Braless Ladies, no. A new part of his personality had been revealed. And it appealed to him. He was heading back to the chalet, to write his views on the locale, and the Braless Ladies. But he was happy he had stayed focused. And although all male, he had not been swayed. He was over that childish draw, and the Women's Libber aspect was passe'. He was ready for dinner, and then work at the chalet, on the balcony, with whalebone accessories. Surrounded by calendula,and azaleas. More distracting he thought, in their way, than the "Braless Ladies". He did not need an alembic to help conjour up disappointment concerning this assignment, he needed a lot of ale!! And his ladies with a bra!!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Ellen B