John Kennedy Toole - A Confederacy of Dunces (Chap. 13.11) lyrics

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John Kennedy Toole - A Confederacy of Dunces (Chap. 13.11) lyrics

Darlene cut her picture out of the paper and put it on the kitchen table. What an opening night. At least she had received a little publicity from it. She picked up her Harlett O'Hara gown from the sofa and hung it in the closet while the co*katoo watched her and squawked a bit from its perch. Jones had certainly taken over when he found out that man was a cop, leading him right over to the cabinet under the bar. Now she and Jones were both out of a job. The Night of Joy was out of business. Lana Lee was out of circulation. That Lana. Posing for French pictures. Anything for a buck. Darlene looked at the golden earring that the co*katoo had brought home. Lana had been right all along. That big crazyman was really the kiss of d**h. He sure treated his poor momma cruel. That poor lady. Darlene sat down to ponder job possibilities. The co*katoo flapped and squawked until she stuck the novelty earring, its favorite toy, in its beak. Then the phone rang, and when she answered it, a man said, “Listen, you got some great publicity. Now I run a club in the five hundred block of Bourbon, and...”