Michael Malone - Weebly

coffee table, a selection sent from one of the
innumerable literary clubs to which Mrs. Canopy
belonged. Dangerous Constancy was described as an
"anthology of erotic verse by the best of the new New
York women poets, frankly celebrating the pleasures of
passionate promiscuity."
Priss stared at the cover of bright-colored vulvas;
her mind wandered, and as if conjured by her thoughts,
Beanie appeared, clomping down the stairs, a hammer
in her hand.
"Tracy? I think I've fixed…Oh. Prissie. Hi."
"What in h. are you doing here?"
Tracy hurried back from the kitchen. "Yes. Here's
Beanie! She's staying with me. She came back to talk
with Winslow."
Mrs. Ransom twisted around in the chair to look at
Mrs. Abernathy. "Thank God. You've come to your
senses. Where did you leave that ridiculous little man?"
"Do you mean Richard?"
"Was that his name?"
"Now, Priss, please." Tracy handed her the cup of
coffee and shook her head surreptitiously. But Beanie