Michael Malone - Weebly

gazebo of dyed yellow hair? I think Evelyn said she was
Orchid O'Neal's sister. The middle of lunch that day she
bellowed out that William Bredforet had his hand up her
skirt while she was clearing his table."
"Didn't she hit him with her tray?"
"Yes, yes, and then poor Prudence flung herself
between them and was knocked to the floor. Hordes
came running from all over the circle, hoping
somebody'd been killed. Of course, I'm sure that little
old goat was pinching her!"
The ladies laughed.
"I'm sure William has spawned litters all over the
place in his time."
"Oh, Priss."
But such remembrances were not solving Beanie's
problem. "It won't be the same tomorrow without her,"
Tracy said. On Wednesday a few of the Thespian
Ladies were taking the train (her interest in which
Beanie had left with all her heart to Winslow) into
Manhattan. There they would see the premiere of an
avant-garde film sponsored by PATSY—an
organization titled Protect Artists Through Saying Yes