The dress was blue with white ruffles at the shoulders and Marry Anne made her way down the stairs cautiously, afraid of tripping. She had borrowed a string of pearls from Lillian and a pair of long white gloves from Paige Hedgepath. She was not wearing her glasses and she held tightly to the bannister during her descent.
“You look absolutely stunning, sugah,” Lillian said.
“I didn’t know you were so stacked, sportsfans,” Bull crowed.
“Hush, Bull,” Lillian admonished, “before God or somebody hears you.”
“How sicko can you get?” Mary Anne said, but she blushed with a forbidden pleasure at the compliment. …