It was when Evie couldn't bear to hang any

It was when Evie couldn't bear to hang any more clothes on the line because all her pegs were unmatching that she took up drinking seriously.

Her drinking started out cute. But Evie's trips to the liquor store eventually became solitary and gloom-fueled. Instead of relieving her anger, the alcohol only preserved it.

..ike a worm at the bottom of a bottle of tequila. Evie's alcoholism warped her mind, body and spirit. She deluded herself into thinking she was a madame for a Mexican brothel &

thought of asking her friend Madam Wong to help her get into the business. Evie couldn't past the front door, though. She tripped on the tequila bottle that had fallen to the floor

and stumbled into the lap of Father Montalban. He was four sheets to the wind and headed for five. "Don't tell the monsignor 'bout are li'l secret," he warned, "or I'm liable to

Blow my stack so high the drones you put in the air will crash. Do you want that?" Father Montelban stroked his beard and said, "On one condition, I will keep quiet." I asked what

the hell making his hair smooth and silky had to do with his silence to myself, but decided why not take the easy way out for once and pulled out a handy bottle of Mane 'n Tail.

I smoothed my hair too. I looked so hot that even the models couldn't keep their hands off me. They touched my hair bagging for a a single lock. Then one grabbed a handful and pull

pulled, and my wig came right off. I watched each of those curls billow in the wind as it fell to the ground, unable to do anything but gasp. "Are you serious?" I gasped. "Do ANY

of you know that I will die without my wig. and within 30 seconds she suddenly had a heart attack