DB-953-A My Mother, The Madam by Warner Jackson (EB)

At nine that morning it had been merely drizzling, but, now at half past eleven, rain fell in heavy torrents. Water gushed along Minnesota avenue in Kansas City, Kansas in front of Smiley's tavern. Along the curbs floated loose newspapers, loose twigs and other litter.

On these kind of rainy mornings, Alice Ingram usually felt dejectedly sick. She felt desperate enough for sensual emotions. Even now, despite where she was behind the bar at Smiley's, her body screamed for utter fulfillment. She needed to be inside a room where it would be most permissible to quench her bodily thirst.