When’s he comin’?” Sissy asked, as she watched Alice, still in huge curlers, applying eye-lash make-up at her table in her bedroom.

   “Eight o’clock, or so,” Alice said, as she stroked her lashes with the mascara-covered wand.

   “Is he gonna be your steady?” Sissy asked.

   Alice turned and weighed the implication of both the question and her answer. She laughed a little. “Oh, I don’t know,” she said, as she continued to darken her nearly invisible blonde eyelashes to make them more definable.

   “Mama says you gotta look out for them musicians—” her little sister went on.

   “Sissy!” Delia said, as he she popped Sissy in the back of her hea...

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