To no one’s surprise, Gretel was a hit. “It’s a question of being discovered,” she’d told Hansel a million times. “I’d already be the Lana Turner of drag if this town had a stupid soda fountain.”
“I could take more pictures of you…”
“This town’s crawling with boys who look like a million bucks in high heels and fake eyelashes,” Gretel had often lamented. “You’ve already taken some great photos of me. I love them, but the look’s not enough. I need a venue where I can perform. You know, really let ‘em have it.”
The Sugar Shack had turned out to be that very venue. In no time, Gretel managed to turn letting ‘em have it into her full-time gig. And not just because she was a diva. She was, by no means, Sugar’s only draw. But precisely because she fit in with the other girls—she brought the s
