For the first time in months, June laughed. Then she went inside to make her mother breakfast.
She was wearing an old tuxedo jacket over nothing but a slip, and on her feet, mismatched socks. A jester’s charm, but a warrior’s stillness. Warpaint - The Fool -Deluxe Edition- -2011-
The Fool pulled a crumpled set list from her jacket pocket. It was handwritten on the back of a receipt: For the first time in months, June laughed