A rose for emily

As the contemporaries of both Emily and her father grew older, her students grew fewer. Eventually, there were no more students, and her classes ended.

Then the newer generation became the backbone and the spirit of the town, and the painting pupils grew up and fell away and did not send their children to her with boxes of color and tedious brushes and pictures cut from the ladies' magazines. The front door closed upon the last one and remained closed for good.