TV Game Show Winter JenningsChapter 7 Tom Petty
Besides physically laying eyes on Dixie Wexler, which I’d already done, I had two goals — get close enough to observe him in action. And creep his apartment. It was after ten on my second night in Billings and I was studying myself critically in the Northern Hotel bathroom mirror. I adjusted what I consider to be my Ft. Worth wig — it’s black and changes my appearance radically. My cowgirl boots add inches to my height. A loose vest helps disguise my boobs. A black blouse with long sleeves,...