She had planned to become an actress. She would become a star while waitressing between gigs. Instead, she became a caterer.

Frankie had liked her youthful good looks. She would be able to play younger girls for many years. It was Frankie who supplied the costumes.

She slipped into the powder blue prom dress. The corsage was plastic, reusable. Usually, they liked the cheerleader outfit. Or the slumber party outfit.

Bunbun, plush, fuzzy, from a former life, sat upon the dresser, ears lopped. The blue of the prom dress reflected in plastic bunny eyes, now filmed with dust.

The door pushed open. A man with no face and wide eyes entered. His tongue fell out and panted.

She left the door ajar. Powder blue reflected in the knob. "Like legs," Frankie had laughed long ago, "to remain open all night. For your protection, of course."

The man wiggled from his pants. He dropped to all fours, and panted. She sat upon the edge of the bed and waited. He crawled to her. "Woof, he said. "Woof."

She patted his head. "The dog barked twice," she said.

The man nosed her knee. He pushed up the dress. He began lapping. Frankie paused in the hallway only briefly. She closed her eyes and began acting.