Not the same. Her's are obviously PayLess. Bison Girl, I ve never seen anything like you in my life. I tromp down the steps. The basement is deep stink.
Water trickles from old crazed cast iron pipes and makes giggling sounds.
I push into the Ladies Room, the spumoni-pink door where a squaw kneels vibrates behind me. The squaw is calling the screech owl and opossum back. The door doesn t lock. Paper towels float in the sink. In the mirror is the thing who wears a blue jean skirt and jacket that only a girl should wear.