Life in the Desert
No one ever knew her real name. She went simply by Big E, and everybody called her that. A regular at the all-night diner where the band hung out after gigs, her rasping voice rose far above the usual racket. The place seemed to thrive whenever Big E was around.
A rowdy “Ain’t that a wig?” coming from the blonde’s garishly painted lips would send all around her into fits of convulsive laughter.
Taking up two of the stools at the crowded counter, Big E always held her court until the wee hours of the morning.