Chapter 6
That Thursday afternoon, several leads went to a photo studio to get ad shots taken. Patricia and her crew put the wigs on their heads, and her assistants applied the makeup. Marie looked into the mirror. She hardly recognized herself. She looked like a young man.
“These costumes are barely done. Don’t get too rambunctious with them, or they’ll fall apart,” Eunice warned them. “These are just for the photos.”
Marie slid into the black trousers, which seemed a little baggy.
“We’ll have to get those taken in,” Eunice said, more to herself, than to anyone else. Her assistant added a note to the clipboard she was holding. “Patty, pin her pants in.”
The order to one of the seamstresses sounded silly, and there were snickers around the room. The seamstress came over to Marie and a
