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of her bag. “So,” she said, changing the subject. “Anybody go to the picture show this weekend?”
    She nodded across the street, where the marquee of the Palace Theater announced a double bill. Applause (a talkie starring Helen Morgan), paired with Tarzan the Tiger. Tarzan was a silent film, so Don Greer, who owned the theater, hired Mrs. LeVaughn to play the piano. The younger people like the talkies but the older folks said they liked it better when Mrs. LeVaughn played the piano and the actors and actresses didn’t talk, leaving more to the imagination. In an effort to please both audiences, Mr. Greer usually tried to book one talkie and one silent.
    “Haven’t been yet,” Lizzy replied. “Grady and I are going on Friday night.” Grady Alexander, according to Lizzy’s mother, was her “steady beau” and she couldn’t understand what was keeping them from getting engaged. According to Lizzy, Grady was just a very good friend. According to Grady—well, Lizzy knew he’d been hoping for more since they started seeing each other the year before. But she wasn’t ready for that. Not yet.
    “I went,” Bunny said enthusiastically. “And let me tell you, Helen Morgan was just so swell—I cried buckets! My hankie was drippin’, it was so wet.” She wrung out an imaginary hankie. “And I always love Jane. She’s kidnapped in this one, and Tarzan loses his memory when he’s hit on the head. But he finally remembers who he is and rescues her, just in time.” She rolled her eyes and heaved a Helen Morgan sigh. “What I need is a Tarzan to come and rescue me, y’know? Take me out of this dull little burg. Nothing excitin’ ever happens here.”
    “What about the prison farm escape?” Lizzy asked. “That’s pretty exciting.”
    “Pretty scary, too,” Verna said. “Myra May says that the switchboard’s been jammed all morning with people calling and wanting to know if the escapee has been caught”
    Bunny shook her blond head disdainfully. “No, I’m talkin’ real excitement. Whoopee, y’know? Music and lights and dancin’ and people having fun.” Another sigh, longing and wistful. “And men. Real men, I mean. Not like the country yokels around this place. They’re just old flat tires.”
    “Maybe you ought to get on the bus and go down to Mobile,” Verna suggested, in a practical tone.
    “Or New York,” Bunny replied. “I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout that a lot, y‘know. This isn’t the first job I’ve had in cosmetics. I worked for a really classy drugstore in Monroeville until they had to cut back and I got laid off.” She fluffed her hair with her fingers. “Why, with my training and experience, not to mention my looks, I bet I’d get a job on Fifth Avenue faster’n you c’n say scat. It would be a whole lot more fun than workin’ for ol’ Lester Lima.” She made a face. “He ain’t always the gentleman he seems to be, y’know.”
    Lizzy was about to ask what she meant by that, but Verna spoke up, in a cautioning tone. “I wouldn’t bank on getting a job in New York, Bunny. Times are pretty tough. Maybe tougher there than here. Lots of people are out of work. Don’t you read the newspaper? Folks are lined up just to get a bowl of soup.”
    Bunny pushed her lipsticked mouth into a pout. “Oh, don’t be such a wet blanket, Verna. A girl’s gotta have a little fun in life, don’t she? An’ there sure as shootin’ ain’t no fun in this burg.”
    “Well, then, do it, Bunny,” Verna said, with a shrug. “Go on. Try your luck in New York. See if you can beat the odds.”
    Bunny sniffed. “Y’know, I might jes’ do that, Miss Smarty-Pants.” Having delivered this telling blow, she scrambled to her feet and flounced off, hips swaying.
    “Silly girl,” Verna said, shaking her head ruefully. “Young and silly.”
    “But you like her anyway,” Lizzy said, and chuckled.
    “Yes, I do,” Verna said candidly. “She has a lot of energy, and she wants more than