“Playing dress-up?”
“Isn’t it silly?” I giggled.
“I know some rednecks up the road that would love to see you in sequins,” he replied.
“Pretty sexy, huh?” I strutted for him.
“Yes, Susana, you look like a Seattle streetwalker.”
“Oh, it’s not that bad.”
“The way you’re wearing it, it is. But maybe that’s because you like the look.”
“You think I’m a w***e?”
“Only in your daydreams.”
“Yes, that’s a very safe place to play. Like being here with you is a safe.”
“You want to take your act to a real audience, we can do that too.”
“Like the guys down the road?”
He nodded, and then sat down with his evening paper. I quickly threw the scattered dresses back into the magical trunk, and shoved it under the stairs. But keeping the sequins on my skin as though it was a find too precious t
