"Tisn't It the loveliest?" Reggie spun in her sandals, a glowing beacon of pride.

Dollface looked the dress up and down, "Well, it certainly is revealin'."

Reggie pouted and cocked her head in a joking gesture, "Aw, what's wrong?"

"Nuthin'." Dollface said, pressing the lace hankie hastily thrown at her to her powdered nose. "Does Father know ya bought it?"

"No." Reggie said, lighting up a cigarette from the pack laying on her boudoir, "He never does."

"Thought ya said ya quit."

"I lied." Regina smirked.

Dollface brushed at her long gabardine skirt with straps like on Grampa's overalls and sighed, white blouse dowdy and homemade.

"You sure you don't want a nicer one?" Reggie asked, blowing out a long puff, drawing in another, "We could match. Then we'd really have a good time, wouldn't we?"

"No, I'm fine." Dollface insisted, really hoping her only non-school related white blouse wouldn't be stained red. "I'm just not sure if ya should be wearin' that, that's all."

"I'm not cutting my hair, unlike you. And it's just a dress."

"But people can see yer…" Dollface kicked in her heavy boots, a pair she'd snatched from Grampa's old uniform from the Great War instead of the uncomfortable pair of pointy-toed heels her Gramma made her wear to church every Sunday, and sighed, "Knees!"

Reggie got a positively evil look on her face, "What'cha think about…. THIS?!"

Dollface stared in horror as Regina raised her skirt, showing the entirety of her rouged knee and the little garter around her milken thigh.

"No stop!" Dollface slipped loudly, "What if th'maid comes 'round? She'll think yer some harlot!"

"Don't be silly!" Reggie grinned, dropping the powder blue hem, "I told her to never let me catch her when it isn't meal time!"

"Well, that's just rude!" Dollface insisted, blonde curls bouncing over shaved sides darkened like her brows with a cake of mascara, a pretty new product by someone named 'Maybelline'. That was the problem with blonde hair, you always looked like a freakshow side act.

"Oh!" Reggie squeaked, "Oh dear! You're blouse!"

"Oh, what now?" Dollface looked down. "Shee-it."

"You should really get that nose looked at!" Reggie said feverishly, like some old mother, "It's ruining all your best clothes!"

Reggie hurriedly patted at the growing stain, blood starting to trickle down Dollface's arm and into her sleeves.

"Oh dear oh dear!" Reggie sniffled, "Whatever did you do to keep order? What would Grand-mama say now?"

"She'd go, 'tsk, tsk' and send me to Grampa's in overalls and help him inspect as he walked around town."

"What a silly old woman!" Reggie giggled.

"She's only fifty-two!" Dollface said, "Hardly an old woman at all!"

"Why, good sister that is!" Reggie insisted. Reggie looked at the growing stain, "Oh dear."

"What?" Dollface asked, "Oh yeah…"

"This might pose a problem."

"Does this mean?"

"Yes, it does." Reggie said, straightening up, "When you stop bleeding, you'll have to wear the pink one."

"Dammit…" Dollface sighed, shoulders slumping. The blood flowed steadily and unprohibited now, all down her face and clothes, neck soaked. On the bright side, Laurie might see her and want to comfort her.

"But what would the boys say?"

"To hell and damnation to what they say!" Reggie said, "But I will admit, I hope to see the shining silver moon goddess Sapphie as we stroll along the beach! I heard she may be there!"

"You have a very interestin' fascination with that girl."

"Well," Reggie said, smiling into her collar, blue black hair in waves after a Friday in the salon, "I just think she's neat."

Dollface thought about the way her heart fluttered out of her chest whenever Laura held her hand and smiled, "I guess ya really do."