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“Me pretty?” I laughed. “That’ll be the day.”
“To me,” she said, “you’re pretty. You’re pretty
interestin.”
What a dumb back-handed compliment!
“If a person,” I said, “doesn’t have a interestin body,
she has to find somebody who finds her body interestin.”
“Oh, Laydia. You’re a stitch. You’re everythin I’m not.
Besides, I know everythin about you.”
She held out her arms to me.
“Come here, Sport,” she said, sayin my special name
an surprisin the dickins outa me. “Please come to mama,
do.”
Need I say more than that we danced the Xmas tango
to “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” an both got
rug burns on our knees an elbows rollin aroun on the livin
room carpet. Mizz Lulabelle compared to Jessarose left a
bit to be desired, cuz she was more clumsy for all her past
reputation at bouncin aroun town, an Jessarose was more
tender an fresh, but then Jessarose hadn’t had to put up
with Mister Henry pumpin his Christian duty on top a
her for four years.
Anyway, we did it, playin a nudist-girl game I called
“Round John Virgin, Mother an Child,” her pretendin
I was her baby girl, with nothin but the Christmas tree
lights on, an I got to feel for a hour what havin a angel
mama hold me mighta felt like, an Mizz Lulabelle, she
liked all a it an wanted me ever once in awhile to make
love to her, in other ways, playin other games, most often
in the after noons while John an James was nappin an all
the shades were down an Mister Henry was fillin pre-
scriptions an smilin at his Rexall custom ers an ringin up
sales on his cash register.
I was just turned twenty-one that June a 1960 when

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