He walked to the door of the gallery, opened it. Across the room a tall girl was stepping in through the curtain. She was tall, café au lait in color. Her straightforward hair was cut in a provocative gamin style. As she crossed the room to where he stood, the sway of her breasts traced designs on the silk peasant blouse she wore. She stopped in front of Liddell, turned the full power of her almond eyes on him. "I'm Poppy." Her voice was low, sent chills up Liddell's spine. "Matty Lou said yu wanted to see me." "I'm lonesome." The girl shrugged. "You want to go up now or get some mileage from the pop?"
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