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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 56 and thigh muscles. "One. . .two. . .three. . .four. ..." She held her head high and kept her back very straight. "How old are you, kid?" Devant, en seconde, en arriere. Holding the barre, facing the mirror in fifth position: "I'm eighteen," I said. "Jesus," she said. "You look thirteen." Demi-plie. Devant, en seconde, en arriere. "You look twenty-five," I said. Degage. . .developpe. She threw back her head in a fit of laughter. "Life is shitty," she said again. We loved each other enormously from the start. Jenny took good care of me, offering sisterly advice. ( "For God's sake, Jody, fix yourself up a little bit, use some more make-up. Eye shadow. And for God's sake, don't wear pink. You look like Alice in Wonderland in pink.") An actress should not look like Alice in Wonderland, I thought. Maybe I should do something about it. Cut my hair. Yes. . .and eye shadow. A charming ingenue! I should try for juveniles. Producers don't like to hire kids, so that's my best bet. You look thirteen. Purple, drawn carefully across the |