Lana started to plan the ensemble with the globe. the chalk, and the book. If the thing had commercial possibilities, is should be done with a certain finesse and quality. She had envisioned several arrangements that would combine grace and obscenity (p. 146).
“Hey! I sure they a bird trade. White peoples always got parakeets and canayries they smoochin. Wait till them peoples fin out what kinda bird the Night of Joy offerin. You be havin a doorman in front this place. You be gettin the society trade. Whoa!” Jones created a dangerous-looking nimbus that seemed ready to burst. “Darlene and that bird jusgotta eye-rom out a few rough spot. Shit. The gal jus startin in show biz. She need a break.” (p. 148).
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