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Alicia is always truly the life of the party. She stands out in the crowd as the colorful sounds of piano keys turned velvety, and Alicia’s smile rang out to the crowd as the tapping of the dancers matched the swing in our ears. So much is happening in this speakeasy, and yet I just focus on was the woman on the piano.
My beloved Alicia in her iconic red dress, her Josephine Baker hairstyle, and her soft and alluring brown eyes. She is a masterpiece that entered my life months ago, a woman no one would suspect of being a murderer, no less a cannibal. Her birthmarks were akin to the hide of a fallow deer, ironic considering out of everyone here, both of us are the most dangerous women within that room.
Yet none of them were any the wiser to what we are. 10 years my senior, a radio host, a Negro one at that, and yet it was like I related to her more than anyone else here. We both had shitty fathers, both bitter White men. They shat on our dreams and would beat their families while displaying a different side to those that would give them the time of day.
However, our mothers were worlds different; mine was a white woman who hated me for looking like my father, She hated me for being the child who made it and not the child I took from her.
My dear Alicia was fortunate to be the apple of her mother’s eye, a Negro woman who gave her, her smile, who gave her the best she could before her husband violently took her from Alicia 11 years ago.
As I looked at her, Swing Time was becoming more notable as the band played it in full.