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Chapter Six

POV Baby

Wigs


"Ladies, join our hair raising wig show! Try Sandra Dee, Jackie Kennedy, or Elizabeth Taylor's Cleopatra wig,"

I grabbed the Cleopatra wig. Most of the girls wanted to see how they would look as someone famous. Not me. I was only trying on this one wig. It was so reminiscent of my Sister's hair. I didn't want to look famous. I just wanted to look normal. To see what could have been if I hadn't been cursed with these infernal curls.

"My God, it's Cleopatra. I feel like such an asp," The Comedian teased another woman, also trying on the Cleopatra wig. Shortly after walking away from the table, he called into the megaphone, "Attention, teens by the pool, we have Calisthenics, then, on the West porch, we have a Symposium by Rabbi Morris Sherman on The Psychology Of Insult Comedian!"

"You look ten years younger," Penny said to Mrs. Schumacher, walking down to the end of the table. The wig wasn't bad, I decided. I just didn't look like myself wearing it. The curls were a part of me, weather I liked it or not.

"So I say, ask not what your Waiter can do for you, but what you can do for your Waiter," Robbie said, commenting on Lisa's Jackie Kennedy wig. "You know, if tips keep up, I'll have enough for my Alpha Romeo," He boasted, attempting to impress her. Romance the Daughters, as Max had said.

Lisa turned to him. "That's my favorite car," She said flirtatiously. I rolled my eyes so hard I thought I could hear them. Lisa was totally oblivious to Robbie's real nature, and though I didn't really know him either, I knew that he wasn't the nicest person. He'd taunted Johnny about how he couldn't date the Daughters. Robbie was a player if I was right. He wouldn't care about Lisa. But, Lisa would ignore me if I said anything, so I guess I'd just have to let it be for now.

I see Penny staring coldly at Robbie and Lisa. I wondered why, but was distracted, because Johnny, the man who danced with me last night, came up to her. "Ladies, you look very lovely," He said. I pulled the wig off almost after he appeared, hoping he would see me, recognize me. I stared at him, heart beating a little faster. Did he like me too? Was that why he danced with me last night?

"Baby, would you cover for me tonight? Tell Mommy and Daddy I went to lie down," Lisa asked. I still stare at Johnny, barely paying her any attention. Desire filled me.

"Oh, where are you going?" I ask, still not paying any attention to her. Johnny was quite the distraction.

"To the golf course," She answered, running a brush through her black locks. "There's a pretty view from the first tee." Lisa pulled off the wig, and stood up, leaving me at the table alone.

"Thanks," I heard Johnny mutter to Penny. He closed his binder, and kissed her cheek, walking off. I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Maybe they were a couple, or thinking about getting back together.

For some reason, I stood up and walked over to Penny, staring at her. She was so beautiful, with her blonde hair and tan skin, long legs and torso. I could see why Johnny would like her, if indeed they were a couple.

I didn't know what to say to her. Then I remember how Max said she was a Rockette, and decided to ask her, "So, you were really a Rockette?" Penny gave a small nod, but didn't look up, "I think you're a wonderful Dancer," I tell her.

"Yeah, well my Mother kicked me out when I was 16," She explained bitterly, not looking up from her work, "I've been dancing ever since. It's the only thing I ever wanted to do anyway,"

"I envy you," I tell her. This was, perhaps, the wrong thing to say. The Rockette snorted, like I didn't know anything about her, and closed her suitcase, stalking away. What did I do to upset her?