<<"Wanda Bone Bouvier had that thing that makes a hound
leap against his cage. It was a quality that was partly a
bonus from nature and partly learned from cheesecake
calendars and Tanya Tucker albums. Wanda had realized early
on that her body was a taunt that sent would-be Romeos off on
quests for Love Oil and ceiling mirrors and nerve. She had
gone clean up to her sixteenth year, wandering school halls
and pool halls, public parks and private parties, doing an
earthy shimmy and sashay through them all. Though she had a
deadpan gaze she had always sharply noted the weak knees and
lolling tongues around her. She had found this effect to be
delightful and fun until that fateful sixteenth year when she
had gone with a girl friend to a roller-skating rink at dusk,
and left before midnight in love forever with a fortyish
gangster."
Ferrucio "Ferry" Guccione was a hunk of a man, all seven feet
and two hundred-sixty pounds of him. He had the kind of pale
green eyes that gave young girls ideas, the swarthy good
looks that made the fathers and brothers of the young girls
sit together and eye his neck with interest. They said he had
been measured for a coffin more than once, but he had always
broken the lease. Ferry liked to skate.
Take it from there, Paul.
MrT
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