What's for Din-Din?
Bette Davis in Baby Jane drag—clomping up the creaky staircase with Blanche’s dinner on a silver tray, eat your din-din, Blanche, before it gets cold…
Bette smirks sardonically down at Blanche in her wobbly
wheelchair, the poor thing simply starving, but terrified to find whatever’s
there under glass, what horror waits for her, what a terrible din-din Baby Jane
has prepared for her…
Yesterday it was Parakeet el Supremo, then last night
sumptuously delicious Rat Tartar and rotten Caviar, as Bette smirks, waiting in
the hallway, leaning up against the wall, waiting for the loud inevitable
hysterical screaming to begin…
Tomorrow on the exquisite gourmet menu, what else but
delicious dog-meat loinchops wrapped in greasy bacon, better than anything
Kentucky Colonel Sanders could ever come up with…
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