Billie Jean King Tackles Life
Billie Jean King stepped out of the limo with a key in her hand. She held it tightly as she walked toward the door. She was wondering if she could find acceptance with all this. This crazy life was getting way out of control. And the key she held in her hand seemed to suddenly feel much more than a key to the door. It was the key to the first day of the rest of her life.
When she walked in, she gasped. The walls were a powder blue. Not a light pale blue like the sky, but lighter, less harsh. Like powder.She didn’t seem to feel so blue about this. Her own eyes were blue, but darker. She opened her purse and rummaged around for a moment. Finding her powder, she opened it up and powdered her nose quickly.
Then she heard steps. The steps weren’t coming toward her, though. They were coming from the next room. She peeked around the corner and found a fluffy woman dancing.She seemed so jolly, when Billie realized that she wanted to dance right along with her. She took off her fluffy jacket, reached out to her daughter and danced the night away.
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