It was the bright red wrap dress, he might proclaim, setting her out like a beacon in the dim Fillmore streets. It was the dark blue T-strap shoes with the beige high heels, he might add, marking her as a haughty bitch who had nothing better to do than entice and excite every person she came into contact with. Then the defense would blame her for not drinking Drano and grinding a broken bottle on her face to lessen her attractiveness. Why, by not wearing a burlap bag and bathing regularly in hydrochloric acid, she was just asking for trouble. And Rose Ray got it. If the truth be known, her natural beauty was not the deciding factor in her fate, although it helped mightily. If Harry Callahan thought the five-foot-two-inch black girl on the steps of the Uhuru cellar was good looking in jeans and a shirt, he should’ve seen her in the dress and heels. Her mound of loosely curled black hair surrounded her well-shaped face like a glow. Her facial beauty was further heightened by the rouge on her cheeks and lips.
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