More Mamie

Well, after yesterday all kinds of Mamie stories started coming up and I now feel compelled to write a bit more about her. I adored her-she was fascinating in every respect. The whitest teeth on earth, one in the front with a delicate gold rim around it. She had poreless skin of the finest mocha. Her hair was always done, most often in a kind of pageboy; no small feat-it was a horrible ordeal to watch her straighten her hair, but whenever I could I sat like a curious cat to see the process.

The best part about Mamie, though, was her laugh, and I will never adequately describe it in mere words. It was most often heard as the final punctuation at the end of one of her endless stories of how she had three or four boyfriends fighting over her all the time and how she would just laugh and laugh. Her head would flip back, and I could see all of her teeth (no cavities, before fluoride!) and the laugh that came out was from some other planet. If you were the Devil himself that laugh would force you to chime right on in with her, but she had no peer in the raucous department.

I don't know if it was the laugh or something else that should be on the market right this minute but men loved her. They flocked just like sheep whenever and wherever we went. When we went to Virginia Beach in the summer, Mamie went with us, and thanks to her the delivery man brought our groceries earlier than for anyone else. And he lingered. And lingered. And lingered. He'd finally leave and then she'd trot out that laugh and we'd fall all over ourselves laughing, but we didn't know why. She probably had all of the secrets in the universe compressed into that laugh and when it erupted there was just nothing like it.

Mamie told us great long stories of escapades with men who brought her gifts of all kinds and of great expense. Apparently she took great delight in throwing them back at these gentleman callers when she was finished toying with their nuclei accumben, though I think she did keep a few of the more valuable trinkets just in case the men had re-gifting on their minds. She did wear quite a lot of rings and also told us that she had some furs. One time when she was babysitting for us at night, a gentleman came by with a Pepsi-Cola for her. Guess how many nanoseconds it took for her to blow him off the porch.

Sorry, Badrose, I just right 'em down as they come to me...this too, will be continued...