Baby-doll

"She looks like a two-bit whore in that dress."
Marie nodded. Julia was definitely the cheapest looking girl in the room. That cherry red dress, the way it clung to her hips like saran wrap over a hot steak. And the sequins! What was she thinking?

"Don't get me wrong," said Deborah, "the shoes are fabulous, but mercy me, if her hair was any bigger she'd need airspace clearance."
"Too true," said Marie shaking her head and pursing her lips. Cupping her hand she leaned towards Deborah. "And that spray tan is so bad!"
Deborah clasped her hand to her heart, "Isn't just?" Their heads shook in tandem.

Marie leaned down to hand a set of plastic white teeth to her daughter.
"Put your flippers in, Kate, it's time dazzle the judges for Mommy!" She straightened the strap of Kate's evening dress, forced a dab of Vaseline across her new plastic teeth, then clasped her six year old's hand. On the way to the stage she said, "Do it just like we talked about. And don't let that Julia win, baby-doll."

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