The gates opened exactly at ten and already, the air was so moist and heavy, it was hard to breathe.Especially from inside the Chili Chick.The Chick, see, is a work of art constructed from wire and mesh and heavy canvas, a gigantic red chili costume that I step into, pull up over my head, and zip up the back. The chili completely covers me all the way to down just past my hips. My arms stick out the sides. My legs in their fishnet stockings stick out the bottom. The tall stilettos I wear with those stockings are impossible to miss.But then, so are my killer legs.Of course, that’s the whole idea. It always has been, since back in the day when Jack first thought of the Chili Chick and brought her to life through a series of Chicks who’d worn her proudly since. Sylvia’s mom was once the Chick. So was my mom. The fact that Jack had fallen in love with both of them was no big surprise. Aside from being a ladies’ man through and through, there is something about the Chick that makes her impossible to resist.Kitschy.Funny.Funky.In case the yellow sign above our chili pepper red food truck doesn’t get customers’ attention, the Chick does when she dances her fool head off and waves people in.Dancing my fool head off, I put my face as close as possible to the red mesh at the front of the costume and sucked in a breath at the same time I managed a shuffle step and a wave to the group of people walking by.
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