I sat nursing a double Scotch and blinking rapidly, partially from the smoke and partially from amazement. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. Louise Harper’s hips could move as fast as her mouth.She was much thinner than I had thought, with legs that seemed to go on forever. But boy, oh boy! Could she move! The motley collection of rummies at the bar kept clapping in an attempt to rhythm while those privileged with seats closer to the tiny, raised platform that served as a stage for both the dancers and the small five-piece band kept waving their arms and trying to get Louise to come closer.Louise smiled at me, winked, and threw me a grind as one of the musicians put down his clarinet and picked up a microphone.“Scheherazade, ladies and gentlemen… Princess of the East.”The drunks belched their approval as Louise did a graceful bow and glided off stage. I got up to follow here and bumped into the sturdy Wilma Krankheimer wearing old army fatigue trousers and a blue silk bowling jacket.
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