The wig-flushing scene in the book is even better than the movie:
âNow, out of my way, has-been. You may have no place to go, but I got a guy out there waiting for me.â
âGuy!â Neely laughed derisively. âYou call that a guy? But maybe you better not keep him waiting at that, because from here on in all youâll be able to get is a fag to take you out â that is, if you pay the tab.â
âYou should know all about that! You were married to one,â Helen snapped. âChrist, you couldnât even hold your faggot. Not even with twins as a bargaining point. Hey â are they faggots too?â She started to leave, but Neely blocked her way.
âWhat did you say about my children?â Neelyâs voice was quivering.
âWhatâs wrong with having little twin faggots? I hear theyâre very good to their mothers. Now out of my way . . .â She shoved past Neely and headed for the door.
âNo you donât, you old bag!â Neely shouted. She leaped after Helen and grabbed her by the hair. Helen pulled away, but Neely held fast.
Suddenly Neely let out a gasp of amazement and stood staring at the thing in her hands. At the same time Helenâs hands flew to her head in horror.
âA wig!â Neely yelled, holding the long black hair up for Anne to see. âBy God, her hairâs as phony as she is!â
Helen reached out for her wig, but Neely jumped back. âGive me back my hair, you little bitch,â Helen yelled. âIt cost me three hundred bucks!â
Neely put it on and danced around the room. âHey! Dig me as a brunette!â