Sometimes your mind does funny things.
For years now I have envisioned my Mama looking just like Rita Hayworth. It is probably because my Daddy’s sisters say she looked like Rita Hayworth the first time he brought her home to meet his family.
I remember her in bright red lipstick…just like Rita. She pin-curled her hair and styled it…just like Rita. She often had a cigarette in her hand…just like Rita.
This picture of Mama was taken when she was thirteen. By the time she was sixteen, she was married. By seventeen, she had a baby. That baby was me and she named me Rita.