Chapter Fifteen
The Wind Machine
Laughter speaks louder than words.
Agnus moved into position . . .
The wind machine on queue started, billowed her dress, ruffling her petticoat high above her head. She pulled the infamous Marilyn Monroe white dress pose, which in her fairy godmother outfit got a laugh.
She followed with a Marilyn Monroe pout.
More laughs . . .
“Good heavens,” she shouted, “you got some view of my knickers.”
The audience continued to laugh.
Agnus waved her wand as she swirled; her wings caught in her petticoat.
“Keep going,” whispered Charlie.
Agnus flashed a look at Heather—Heather pulled a “still no pole” look.
Agnus motioned to Lesley to walk behind the soup kitchen.
“We better shake a leg,” she shouted.
Lesley looked puzzled.
“A storm is a-brewing.”
Les
