Chapter 8The entertainment was at last over, with some members of the audience having paid their bills and departed for whatever else awaited them on a Friday night, while others lingered over a fresh round of drinks, their conversation animated over what they had just seen. Jimmy and Barry did neither, sitting at their table with empty glasses and eyes that scanned the room; at least, Jimmy’s were, wondering just where the lush and lovely Miss Jellicle Balls had gotten off to. Cher and Cher Alike were sitting at the bar, still in full costume, and Urethra Franklin was flitting about—as much as her size allowed—from table to table, chatting up her newfound fans. But Miss Jellicle Balls was nowhere to be found, playing the role of a diva by ignoring those who had made her a star. Either tha
