“Aw, she was good,” Santa said. “I remember that picture where she played the dummy who got herself raped.” “Lord, I’m glad I didn’t go see that show.” “Aw, it was wonderful, babe. Very dramatic. You know? The look on that poor dummy’s face when she got raped. I’ll never forget it.” “Anybody want more coffee?” Mr. Robichaux asked.
WTF! was the author's opinion of these women formed by his own mother and her acquaintances?
