From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I just cranked up the new hair dryer until my bobbed locks stood stiff as a board, all so I’d look like the cat's pajamas for the dance tonight. My brother’s in the parlor fussing with the dial on that new KDKA station trying to catch a signal through the static, but I’m too busy fumbling with a Band-Aid over the blister I got from my T-strap heels. Under the harsh glow of the streetlamps, the beaded silk of my drop-waist dress shimmers like those silver coins they’re rioting over in Berlin. I checked the headlines, but honestly, all that talk is just baloney when there’s jazz to be found.