The Flapper.

Mrs. King, who normally has the patience of a saint, is unhappy with me. I am wearing Flapper’s lipstick.

Flapper’s lipstick is not on my cheek or on my collar. Flapper and I have no more than a cordial relationship. She is like Python Lady without the rough edges. Python Lady always says I make her sound like a bowl of chipped beef. That is because…