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Liza

Saturday, July 4, 1953

When Liza Mellincamp thinks about the last time she ever saw Violet Sullivan, what comes most vividly to mind is the color of Violet’s Japanese silk kimono, a shade of blue that Liza later learned was called “cerulean,” a word that wasn’t even in her vocabulary when she was fourteen years old A dragon was e-shaped face and arched body picked out in lion’sribbons of blood red

That last night, she’d arrived at the Sullivans’ house at 6:00 Violet was going out at 6:15 and, as usual, she wasn’t dressed and hadn’t done her hair The front door was open, and as Liza approached, Baby, Violet’s three- in a shrill little doggie voice while she pawed at the screen, punching holes here and there She had tiny black eyes and a black button nose and a small pink bow affixed to her forehead with sticku less than a month before, and she’d developed a fierce attach straw tote Liza disliked Baby, and then Violet left the dog behind, Liza put her in the coat closet so she wouldn’t have to listen to her bark She’d gotten the idea fro even more than she did

Liza knocked on the door fra’s yap-yap-yap Violet called out, “Come on in I’m in the bedroom!”

Liza opened the screen door, pushed the dog aside with her foot, and walked through the living room to the bedroom Violet and Foley shared Liza knew for a fact that Foley often ended up sleeping on the couch, especially when he’d been drinking, which he did almost every day, and even more especially after he’d busted Violet in the chops and she’d stopped speaking to hi it was Foley hated it when she gave hied her and he wouldn’t have the nerve to protest He told anyone ould listen that she brought it on herself Anything bad that happened to Foley was someone else’s fault

Baby pattered into the bedrooy with a party favor of a tail She was too small to jump up onto the bed, so Liza scooped her up and put her there Violet’s tow-headed daughter, Daisy, was lying on the bed reading the Little Lulu coiven her the last tiht before last Daisy was like a cat-always in the roo else Liza took a seat on the only chair in the room Earlier in the day when she’d stopped by, there had been two brown paper bags sitting on the chair Violet said it was stuff going to the Goodwill, but Liza recognized a couple of Violet’s favorite things and thought it was odd that she’d give away her best clothes Now the brown bags were gone and Liza knew better than to mention them Violet didn’t like questions What she wanted you to know, she’d tell you outright, and the rest was none of your business

“Isn’t she adorable?” Violet said She was talking about the dog, not her seven-year-old child

Liza didn’t co it would take to suffocate the Po on the bench at her on across the back As Liza watched, Violet loosened the tie and shrugged the wrap aside so she could examine a bruise the size of Foley’s fist that sat above one breast Liza could see three versions of the bruise reflected in the trifold mirror that rested on the vanity Violet was sht, her skin flawless Her buttocks were diainst the seat

Violet wasn’t at all self-conscious about Liza seeing her undressed Often when Liza ca dropped the towel so she could dab behind her knees with the violet cologne she used Liza would try to keep her gaze averted while Violet strolled around the bedrooht an Old Gold that she’d leave on the lip of the ashtray Liza’s gaze was irresistibly drawn to the sight of Violet’s body No matter where Violet went, eyes were drawn to her Her waist was shtly like sacks filled nearly to capacity with sand Liza’s boobs were barely sufficient for her AA brassiere, though Ty would close his eyes and start breathing hard every time he felt her up After they kissed for a while, even if she resisted, he’d find a way to unbutton her shirt, nudging aside her bra strap so he could cup a budding breast in his pals,a sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan