Thirty-FiveIsabella ripped off her curly black wig with a sigh of relief and dropped it on the small performer’s dressing table set up in one of the caravans. She peered in the mirror. She still found it hard to recognize herself in the reflection that stared back. She had chopped off her long blonde hair, and the big blue eyes that looked back from under the jagged short locks didn’t look like hers.
“What’s wrong?” Rosie bumped down onto the stool beside her and also dragged off her wig. “Phew, hot isn’t it? Two down, five more to go.” The plump, red-headed Irish girl had become her best friend at their first meeting at Lotta’s studio a few days ago. Practically every day since, she’d slipped out to watch Rosie rehearse while letting Huldah believe she was at her schoolfriend Maria’s hou
