The message from Martin was to bring the bikini, and that a "black man" would be at the bus station to pick you up.You had never met a black man befor..., and were surprised to hear that your brother would have a black friend. Nonetheless, you welcomed the plan as an opportunity to expand your horizons and meet new people yourself. You hoped that a black would be friendly to a petite little blonde girl like yourself.And so that Friday night you set off to see your brother in a faraway city, after. ‘This style will scream, ‘I am a woman of power, hear me roar!’ but without the whole butchy thing. No dreadful butchiness for you, sweetie!’ His scissors and comb moved confidently over my head. At last he finished, and I was pleased with the result. In fact, my hair looked better than it had before. It was feminine, but distinctly business-like. A perfect balance. I paid Gustav and added a generous tip, feeling better already. Gustav patted my hand. ‘Oh, you sweet thing, you look so fetch! Go. We got a passel of them types. We even got a new dentist what looks like a real dandy. But I don't know anythin' bad 'bout him. I'm afraid that ya're gonna need a lot better description than the one ya got to find who ya're lookin' fer." Yeah, it shore looks that way. I'll be more careful the next time I question somebody. Well, I'm much obliged fer yer time, Ed. Is there a good place ta eat afore I go home?" Ya're welcome. I wish I could be more he'p ta ya. Ya'll find a pretty good restaurant. She once even bought a long skirt for methat I'd admired.At home, Joan was the undisputed master. Sara could wear pants at theodd time if she so chose, but there was no doubt that Joan didn't carefor her in them. As far as I was concerned? Forget it - strictlyskirts, dresses - not even shorts. To tell the truth, once I got usedto my new attire, I much preferred it - I especially loved a formfitting long dress in a jersey wool - just made me feel very filmstarrish - decidedly glamorous,.