1964             Sandra looked at herself in the full length mirror, wincing at the sight. This meant she couldn’t work this week. If men wanted to see bruised women, they’d just go home after too many martinis after work. No, they came to her because she looked a certain way. Red hair, blue eyes, and not a freckle on her.             She applied the compress to her tattered leg and climbed into bed. It was late and she had important business tomorrow. Merle Norman didn’t just buy itself.   One Week Later… With the pain slowly subsiding and the … Continue reading Alabama Madam