Even Cowgirls Get The Blues Page #4

She pulls her thumb to her breast.

MADAME ZOE:

I guess the most important aspect of

your thumbs is the, ahem, over all

size. Uh, what was it, do you know,

that caused...?

Mom speaks out from the couch she is sitting on

MRS HANKSHAW:

Don't know; the doctors don't know...

SISSY:

Just lucky I guess.

MADAME ZOE:

Do you study history in school?

Galileo, Descartes, Newton? Lebinitz

had very large thumbs; Voltaire's

were enormous, but, heh heh, just

pickles compared with yours.

SISSY:

What about Crazy Horse?

MADAME ZOE:

Crazy Horse? You mean the Indian?

Nobody that I've ever heard of ever

troubled to study the paws of savages.

Well, I guess that about covers the

three-fifty charge...

Madame Zoe lets go of Sissy's thumbs and wipes her hands on

her kimono.

MRS. HANKSHAW

Husband.

Mrs. Hankshaw withdraws a bill from her rat-skin bag.

MADAME ZOE:

Beg your pardon?

MRS. HANKSHAW

Husband. Will she find a husband?

MADAME ZOE:

Oh, I see.

Madame Zoe takes Sissy's hand and gives it the old tall-dark-

stranger squint.

MADAME ZOE:

I see men in your life, honey. I

also see women, lots of women.

She raises her eyes to meet Sissy's looking for an admission

of the "tendency", but there is no signal.

Mrs. Hankshaw does not approve.

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