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QUICKSTEP: ONLY MAKE BELIEVE
His brilliantined head doubled by the pink mirror wall, only the cocktail-shaker fails to turn in greeting. All meet me with a smile, lipstick, art deco eyelids. Silken knees re-cross at my coming and cherried glasses swirl with manicured finesse. "Glad, so glad you could make it,"the tongued teeth twitter. One presses a sequined reticule deep in the fold of her electrical lap; another puts to her enameled pout a black Sobranie which I meet with a deft flame and a suave "Permesso," pinkly mirrored, the fingertip of the third whets her hair-do. "Won't you join us?" she says, and as I nod the same all round, a trumpet mutely sopranos through its decorous throat. I clench my eyes. Their powdery heads crumple and, breastless, their bodies fold in like fish-traps of gray strapping and cracked wishbones.
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