Gertie had climbed up on the stage and was dancing with Ricky. It probably would have been better on the eyes if the cape had been there to block some things. A rap song came on and Gertie bent over and started shaking. “Is she having a seizure?” I asked. “She’s twerking!” one of the Sinful Ladies yelled. Ida Belle and I looked at each other and spoke at the same time. “No, she’s not.” Then we collapsed in laughter again.
