flashed me a smile. Brat had dark brown hair that she wore so short she could have been mistaken for a boy. She had a square frameâher face, wide shoulders, and arms that looked muscular even under the uniform. âSheâs our star basketball player and a great swimmer too. Weâve been friends practically since we were born. Sheâs half crazy and not afraid of anything, and she tells the corniest jokes. I think youâll like her.
âNext to her is Mae Pearl McFadden.â
I wondered if Mae Pearlâs parents had had a premonition of what a beauty sheâd grow up to be. She had the face of a pearlâperfectly round and so very white, porcelain white, whiter than Perriâs face, and glimmering, almost luminous, almost translucent. Her hair was almost white too, a platinum blondâperfectly natural, Perri assured me. She wore her hair slick and close to her head and had pale blue eyes.
âHer mother and mine have been in the Garden Club together for yearsâpresident and vice-presidentâand the Junior League too, of course,â Perri confided as we walked toward the table, âand they made their debuts together, and weâve gone to the same church forever. She lives just down the street from me, so we do most things together. She dances beautifully and has the voice of an angel. We all think she could be a movie star or be in one of those musicals on Broadway, but she doesnât listen to a word we say.
âAnd thatâs Peggy Pender next to Mae Pearl. Oh, sheâs a stitch. She looks all prim and proper, but donât be fooled. Sheâs got a mind of her own!â
I thought that Peggy looked very sophisticated, the way her dark brown hair curled slightly below her ears and several strands tickled her right eyebrow.
âHi, yâall!â Perri called out as she pulled out a chair and gestured for me to sit next to her.
The girls waved, and each mumbled a âHi, Mary Dobbsâ to me.
We ate in what seemed much more like an elegant private dining room than a school cafeteria. The room was decorated with pretty pink wallpaper and fancy draperies, and it was filled with twenty or so round tables covered with white tablecloths. Our lunchâa hot lunch with meat and vegetables and rolls and dessertâwas served to us on china plates, and the food was delicious. But every meal I ate in Atlanta, no matter what it was, reminded me of my family in Chicago, probably down on their knees praying for tomorrowâs daily bread. So I chewed my food with a deep thankfulness in my heart, and a pang there too.
Brat and Mae Pearl and Peggy jabbered about a homework assignment that Perri had missed and about some tea party they had attended last weekâalso missed by Perri. I was only half listening when Mae Pearl turned and asked me, âDo you want to come with us to the Saturday matinee at the theater?â
âThe Saturday matinee? What do you mean?â
âYou donât know about the Saturday matinee? Itâs the best thing since ice cream. Everyone goes. We watch films like Betty Boop and Tarzan . It only costs a nickel for all morning long.â Then she added breathily when I didnât answer at once, âI donât think Perriâs allowed to go on account of the grieving. But Iâll come by and get you. We can just ride the streetcar down there.â
For all of my life, Iâd grown up hearing Father talk about temptations that affected people. Things like alcohol and cigarettes and dancing. And movies. My parents never went to movies, and Frances, Coobie, and I were not allowed to either.
Iâd never felt bad about it. But on that Monday afternoon, as Mae Pearl McFadden smiled at me with her porcelain face and her pale blue eyes and described it all, I wanted to go. I hesitated, just the slightest bit, shook my head, and said, âThank you for the invitation, Mae Pearl. It really means a lot to me, but
Valerie Plame, Sarah Lovett