The woman down the hall is beautiful and she has been told so for as long as she can remember. She has been told that her beauty is mythic, is untouchable, is godly. The woman down the hall didn’t want to believe any of it.
The woman down the hall, when she was just a girl, was told that although she herself was not destined for greatness, the man she married would be.
She was told this many times a day, until she could time it to the setting and rising of the moon.
But the signs were all wrong for this woman down the hall. She never achieved greatness, nor did she ever marry, and so maybe her beauty isn’t as fatal as it once was. She will die alone, of this we are convinced.