She had full rouged lips and wide spaced eyes heavily
made up. Her fingernails were red. Her hair hung in
little idled clusters, like sausages. She wore a cotton
house dress and red mules, on the insteps of which
were little bouquets of ostrich feathers"
Why can't I talk to you? I never
get to talk to nobody. I get awful
Seems like ain't none of them
cares how I gotta live"
"Seems like she can't keep away
from the guys"
"I tell you I ain't used to livin' like this. I coulda made somethin' of myself. Maybe I
will yet. I lived right in Salinas, Come there when I was a kid. Well, a show come
through, an' I met one of the actors. He says I could go with that show. But my ol'
lady wouldn' let me. She says because I was on'y fifteen. But the guy says I coulda.
If I'd went, I wouldn't be livin' like this, you bet."