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the original ugly girl . . . ugly enough to give lessons
in it.
Pretty Up, the words echoed in her brain, pulsing
toward a moment of decision. Pretty Up . . . but not
just with a new outfit, and some over-the-counter
beauty consultant comestics. But Pretty Way Up, dra-
matically, drastically, permanently.
Because her mother and Penny Bradshaw weren’t
wrong. For all the platitudes the ugly girls of the
world were asked to live with, accept, embody, the
girl wasn’t wrong. It didn’t matter how smart you
were, how funny, how great a person—the package
was the deciding factor when it came to the opposite
sex, and even this child’s own father, who for just a
second, Audra had thought might be just a little dif-
ferent, had turned out to be a full-fledged member
of the club.
Her own father was certainly a member, too—if
that’s who the man who had raised her until she
was nine really was.
The gauzy, hazy light from another dawn filled
the bedroom. The last of Beautify! Network’s make-
overs surrendered to fresh programming focusing
on home décor, and Audra flipped the channels list-
lessly. In another couple of hours, the apartment
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would come to life, and her mother would bustle out
of the door for sixteen hours at the salon, pretending
once again that nothing was wrong between them—
nothing except that Audra needed to Pretty Up!
Kiana would need care. There would be things to
clean, errands to run . . . Audra saw her life stretch
hopelessly out in front of her: predictable and safe
and entirely alone.
Ugly Duckling . . .
The commercial raced around her brain, its pitch
resonating in her mind. What would it be like to be
totally transformed, to see yourself remade, not just
in new clothes and fresh makeup—how many times
had she tried that, only to be disappointed—but re-
shaped from the bones outward? What would it be
like to look in the mirror and find, not fat, black and
ugly, but something lovely and desirable. What did
it feel like to glance in the mirror and find a reflec-
tion like a movie star’s, like Esmeralda Prince’s, like
Petra’s? Could it be as close as a telephone call? As
close as 1-888 UGLY DUCK . . .
But I can’t do that. I couldn’t possibly call some reality
television show, Audra thought, flipping down the
dial toward Classic Movies Channel. I couldn’t possi-
bly call . . .
Why not? another voice in her brain answered.
Nothing else has worked.
I don’t have time. The deadline is Monday—
And you’re off, the other voice in her head re-
minded her. You’re on administrative leave, indefi-
nitely, thanks to Princeton Haines, remember?
I don’t have a camera—
But at the same instant she remembered something
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Darlene Fuchs had said, drunk as a skunk at that re-
tirement party. Something about a place in Green-
wich Village. A place where they help actors make
audition tapes . . .
I couldn’t, Audra told the voice again. I’m no actor—
Fine then, the insistent voice challenged. Do noth-
ing. Let your perfect guy date some boring, selfish
woman just because of her outside packaging. Sure, you
could change your own package and find happiness . . .
but no. You can’t. You won’t . . .
And again she saw the look on Art Bradshaw’s
handsome face as his eyes followed Esmeralda
Prince into the ladies’ room and beyond. He’d never
looked at Audra like that . . . In fact, when she really
thought about it, he’d never looked at her much at
all if he could help it.
Not mine . . . Ain’t no way I could have a child as black
and ugly as that . . .
Maybe . . .
This is madness, Audra told herself firmly, shaking
the idea and the insistent, challenging voice egging
her onward from her mind and focusing on the TV
instead. A movie was starting as Audra resettled
herself under her comforter with a deepening sense
of depression. Bette Davis was in the movie, and
Paul Henreid . . . and as the credits faded into the
opening scene, Audra knew exactly what she was
watching.
Even the movies seemed to be sanctioning her
course.
Now, Voyager. The ultimate forties makeover film.
Bette Davis played an ugly spinster, stuck and sti-
fled by her domineering mother, who, after a nervous
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breakdown, completely remakes herself and finds
love with a married man on an ocean voyage. She
returns home, stares down her mother and—
Audra watched, transfixed. It was as if Bette were
speaking to her . . . telling her what to do . . .
They probably won’t pick you anyway . . . Why not at
least find out? It couldn’t hurt to find out . . .
By the time the newly glamorous Bette Davis
challenged her strict mother’s control and vowed to
wait, forever if necessary, for the man she loved,
Audra had the phone in her hand.
It couldn’t hurt to find out . . .
“Welcome to the Ugly Duckling,” a smooth,
recorded voice said. “To be considered for a spot as
a contestant on our show—”
Audra snatched a pencil from the drawer in her
bedside table, ripped a clean sheet of paper from a
notepad beside it and began to write.
Tuesday, April 3
Petra,
I’ve done something . . . It’s probably crazy but I didn’t
know what else to do. It’s a long shot, but with all the
movies I’ve watched, I know a little about how to tell a
story.
I told them my story, Petra—at least as much of it as
I know. I didn’t leave out anything—not Ma or Dad or
the stuff I heard. I only had a day to work on it. While
Kiana was at school
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