dramallama
New orleans blared out the hot new sounds of life, of fun, and love. Jazz, they called it. The great sound adding just that much more pizazz into her life.
Formally answering the telephone was an art Gwen had perfected, down to the pinky finger extended at an angle of fourty five degrees, and the propper tone of voice. She crossed her legs and began to share the latest gossip.
The formal wear store was filled with pretty blonds. The girl edged in by herself, the 80 dollars her mother angrily threw at her from across the room clutched in her nervous hands.
Divided the two siblings glared at each other from opposite sides of the room. What had started as playful banter had ended in an all out tear the walls down brawl. The mother now stood between the two a tower picture of righteous indignation.