Daddy was handsome enough and the proper blend of outlaw and citizen. And he didn’t bow much to the mannerisms she’d picked up to impress her coldblooded Yankee husbands. The only Marx he knew was Groucho, the only dance the Cajun two-step. The first night he slept with her, he took a washrag and a jug of wood alcohol to get rid of her makeup, saying he wanted to see what he was getting into.
