The reader needs to know something about Jessica, the lady with the icing from a month ago. She’s a singer with a certain look. When she says “that song”, she means “Making Whoopee”. (Catch some of the other Six Sentence Sunday entries here.)
“I might be here as the singer Jessica Gold, but I’m not performing.” She wore a 1942 reproduction dress with a nipped waist thanks to the help of a corset. She counted the shoes as her favorite part of the outfit–rounded toe red suede pumps that made her feel like one of those women the men painted on their war planes. “Plus you don’t have a piano.” Jess once loved singing that song, delighting in the wickedness of the words and the sultry melody. Then, Theo drained her bank accounts, ran up a load of bills on her credit cards, and left town.