“I want a new blue scarf,” said Mala. “One made of silk.”
“Silk?” I replied. “I was thinking more of a cotton skirt and a pair of boots.” Never in my sheltered life had I ever had money of my own and I was loath to spend it now.
“You have to wear things that make you feel pretty,” continued Mala. “It’s the only way to catch a man and keep him.”
“Well, I ain’t got to worry about that,” I retorted. “Ain’t interested in no man.”
“Why whatever are you talking about? I’ve seen the way you bat those pretty eyes at Paytre.”
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