TRUE STORY

A PORTRAIT OF ELSIE

Elsie Ruth Evans-N.J.

This is the story of a vacation trip, an A-wife, and of the girl within me being studied and painted.

First let me introduce myself. My name is Elsie Ruth, my "brother" is named Tom, and my wife's name is Judy. We've been married nine years, and are very much in love.

Judy and Tom decided to bring me along on their vacation this year, much to my delight. So I packed my clothes, makeup, wigbox, etc. like any other girl going on a trip. We loaded the VW with Judy's, Tom's and my stuff on Thursday night, and after a good breakfast left our home in New Jersey at 3 a.m. Picking up the New Jersey Turn- pike, we headed North.

I wore my best dress, a light blue short sleeve number with a matching scarf over my shoulder-length brunette wig. For comfort I wore my black mid-heeled pumps.

Judy and I took turns driving. To the toll collectors and gas sta- tion attendants we must have looked just like two girls going on a vacation.

By 10 a.m. we were on Cape Cod and headed out the Mid-Cape Highway for Provincetown. With reluctance modified by practicality I changed back to Tom. We felt this best because we didn't have reser- vations, and thus would have to hunt for a motel room, and Elsie just might be read should she have to get out and talk, etc.

However, we were fortunate and did get a very nice room in Provincetown.

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