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The Bette Davis Club - Jane Lotter

“Does Georgia golf?” I say.

“Yeah, she loves it. That and a few other vices.”

I didn’t know Georgia golfs, nor can I imagine what her other vices might be. I realize I know next to nothing about my niece. All day long I’ve been picturing the thirteen-year-old shy lass I saw in New York some years back, but the reality seems closer to a redheaded, vodka-swilling sex kitten, wielding a five iron.

Jane Lotter - The Bette Davis Club