Philip Normer’s Harappan Blog: An excerpt from “I Need A Drink: We’ve all had quite a shock”
Welcome wonderful readers. I was going to share some of Dusty’s stories from her book but thought that it might be better to just include an excerpt from the book itself. So with Dusty’s permission;
Sierra and I had had enough. We could see how beautiful little Maxi was but she wouldn’t let anybody else see it. After her date with that dirtbag Fitzgerald we decided that she needed a makeover and Sierra and I were the people to do it.
Up till then Max figured her peasant top was the hight of fashion. Make up? That poor girl knew nothing about how to paint a face.
One day before the saloon opened Sierra brought Max over to my office ostensibly to talk about the local health inspector and we worked her over. Worked her over good too. I borrowed a little black dress from Lydia, one of my girls who happened to be Max’s size. Oh, did we have a hard time getting Max into that dress!
“Too revealing!” Max would whine.
It was low cut and the hemline was half way tween the knee and the you know what. What we learned was that Max had the legs to pull that dress off. Who knew?
Max hadn’t yet cut her hair so we put some curls into her straight black mane. I did the eyes. Max had lovely, exotic, almond shaped eyes and when we accented them they were truly hypnotic. I don’t fancy girls but I couldn’t take my eyes off her when we’d finished. Sierra picked out a deep red for the lips which were as full and inviting as any I’ve ever seen.
Max was simply breathtaking. I had seen in her a natural beauty but I had no idea that she could clean up so well. I mean it, really. I only wish I’d taken a picture of that moment. A lot of people would be surprised to see Max in that way.
Sierra and I fawned over Max, telling her over and over how beautiful she looked. Max just looked in the mirror and blushed.
Sierra left to get the saloon open while I twisted Max’s arm to tend the bar dressed and painted as she was. She told me that she would but she had to go to her apartment above the bar first. She crossed the street in a rush and ran down the alley behind her saloon and into the back door.
Sierra had already served the first round of beers to Skip, Ron and Bucky, the regulars, when she heard Max headed down stairs.
Sierra looked up to see how stunned the gathering crowd would be when they saw the new Max.
Ah, but we all know a little bit about Max Gavaskar. We all know that her sexuality is just that, hers. She came down the stairs in slacks and her embroidered peasant top. All the makeup was gone, down the sink.
Max later told me that she didn’t want the miners and dandies who came to her saloon to see her or think of her in that way. I came to understand that Max didn’t want anybody but her husband to see her in that way.
History can wonder; would the Mother have been as influential as she has been if she had let the world see her as she looked that afternoon in Salmo? Me, I think she would have been just as influential but perhaps in a different way.
That is my week readers. I have nothing planned this weekend beyond a little hammock time and a glass of wine (or two) with my friend Dorian. Until then,
“Never mix red wine with Oodo.”
Next week on the Blog: More about Dusty and another excerpt from her book “I Need A Drink: We’ve all had quite a shock.”
Philip Normer
Kushan Year 87
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