LEIGHAA--That's Entertainment

[Lightning Rod]

LEIGHAA


You know Leighaa. She's not really a hooker, more of a sexual philanthropist, but she likes to sell it every now and then just to verify its value. One of the true gypsies, she will arrive at your house in her yellow Seville, drive up into your front yard and open up like a
daffodil, throwing wide the trunk and doors. Then she may sit in the Caddy and paint her toenails or jot little lists (she makes a lot of lists; they are cluttering the floorboards) for half-an-hour before ringing the bell.

Though only twenty-five she booms in on an extravagant gesture with the air of a rich woman many years older. Brass clangs in her orange-red hair and in her purposeful demeanor. You think she's talking too loudly when really she's not. The sheer force of her presence makes it seem so. Everyone is "Darling" and
she's just so glad to be here and it's so-o good to see you.
Leighaa does a LOT of amphetimines. The lady, and you have to call her a lady -- always impeccably dressed or undressed -- likes to hear herself talk and she thinks she is imminently entertaining. She IS imminently entertaining.

At several points during the visit she will remove to her home on wheels and return bearing a present for you -- a small piece of object art or a vial of scent, a shot of dope or some such novelty.

When she leaves you notice a few small things missing -- a gold filled roachclip, a decanter of cognac or a piece of object art. One of these will turn up on the coffee table of your friend who Leighaa also visits. And you will both have been imminently entertained.