I smiled and said, "That's my western wig. I do a week of western songs every three months and this is my 'Rodeo Queen' hair." I showed her my strictly western outfits complete with cowgirl boots and hats.

"I'll be darned," she exclaimed, "you are versatile, aren't you? I'll bet you could even rope a calf in that outfit."

I had to laugh at her remark. She looked a little puzzled at my laughter, so I told her, "Judy, I grew up on a cattle ranch in the West. Yes, Honey, I can rope a calf even though I've never tried it dressed as a cowgirl."

She replaced the wig on its stand and we wandered back into the living room. "Do you ever appear on the streets dressed like you are now?” she asked.

"Every night,” I replied. "I go to and from work dressed. I have a police permit to do so. It saves time and it keeps the other performers from snitching and wearing my things when I'm not there."

"I see," she said, "could we go out now and have a cup of coffee? I know a little Diner not far from here."

"Certainly," I said. We put on our coats and she smiled while I used the hall mirror when putting on my hat. As we entered the elevator, a man stepped aside, tipped his hat, and said, "Good Evening, Miss Morrow."

I smiled at him, and said, "Good Evening, Mr. Enright. I'd like you meet a friend of mine. This is Judy Walker." He touched his hat brim as he acknowledged the introduction to Judy. She flashed her best smile at him as she replied, "I'm happy to meet you, Mr. Enright."

We turned in opposite directions as we left the building. When we were out of his hearing, she muttered, "How could you be so calm? I didn't know what to do or say.”

I laughed. "I've known Mr. Enright for over two years, but he and his wife know me only as Jackie Morrow. I've had dinner with them twice."

As we walked towards the corner, I looked over at Judy but she wasn't there. I stopped and looked back. She was several feet behind me.

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