Ever do something stupid? I mean, really stupid. No, stupider than that.

Lizzie Jane noticed that Charles had used some of her mascara — very lightly, but having seen Charles before, it was obvious. Charles realized that she knew what he had done, so he replied, “Sorry — I will go back in and wash it out.”

“Let's just say that I know.”

Ruby had him practice putting on and taking off makeup for most of the evening before finally disappearing about nine p.m.

Davey, or Dee Dee, wrapped the fluffy robe around his, or her, waist and tied the belt.

Soon it would all be over. People had told him God does not make mistakes. If God did not make mistakes, what was he? Perhaps after he dove into the deep abyss of the black waters, he would soon face other creatures of doom, even coming face to face with Satan himself.

"What are you doing here, Ruby?" Davey wanted to know.

"Sugah, you just tell me that you know 'xactly how to make yourself look scrumptious ever'day and I'm gone."

"What do I tell my folks?" asked Davey.

"Tell them as much or as little as you want," said Larry. "Whatever you say, they're going to find it hard to believe."

Davey explored the apartment. The kitchenette had a small refrigerator, a three burner range-top, a tiny electric oven, a microwave and a sink, all surrounded by blond cabinetry. "It's so cute," he said.

"Here's your purse," said Larry, "with your new ID and credit card."

"Where are we going?" Davey asked.

"Tell me about yourself," said Frankie the Nose.

"Can I ask something?"

"Ask."

"Why do they call you, 'The Nose?'"

Larry held the door as Davey entered the apartment on the fourteenth floor of the Del Amo Hotel. A distinguished middle-aged man sat in an antique chair, a bottle of wine and two glasses near him on an elegant table.

Larry made an introduction, Davey didn't listen except to start when referred to as 'Miss Dee Dee LaTours'. It's Davey Towers, he reminded himself.

I turned at looked at Eddie laying in bed his half empty breakfast tray in front of him.
“What, what do you mean were millionaires” I stammered.
“Come here and sit down” he said patting the bed I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.
“It’s like this” he began...
 

With a necklace of shell beads, matching clip-on earrings, a spritz of stinkum and a touch-up of gloss and mascara, Davey wobbled away on a new pair of heels.

"First dates are so bittersweet," said Beth.