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Teresa White |
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Marilyn, Dad, and Me Mother didn't want to see the tramp and argued I was too young, but Dad won. We drove all the way to Topeka to an old converted factory where Dad bought buttered popcorn and Milk Duds for me. I don't remember a bus only a stop sign and a curvy woman in skimpy fringe wanting to stay, wanting to go. I watched her sing, saw her break, saw the cowboy cry. I looked down my trim blouse at the buds of my breasts, and at Dad, smiling, smiling, smiling at the screen. |