DON'T CALL ME

DON'T CALL ME

ELIZABETH ANN DAGLIA

A revealing story of a professional dancer turned prostitute. The author takes the reader into the world of organized prostitution, pimps, hustlers, freelancers, and high dollar call girls. The reader is kept on a razor edge of suspense, laced with an abundance of alcohol, drugs, sex, disproportionate life styles, and international intrigue. This is a well-written novel. It unleashes a frightening vision of a dark side of our well-lighted world. This book is destined to become a timeless masterpiece.

About The Author

Elizabeth Ann Daglia has lived life and can write about it with an ability few writers possess. Her clear and coherent style is both fresh and graphically unambiguous. Liz Daglia is a clever writer with a sharp sense of irony and her characters are strong, bold, cunning and very believable. This is an excellent book from a most talented writer.

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DEDICATION

“TO MY TRUE LOVE”

And to all of the children of the world

DON’T CALL ME

ELIZABETH ANN DAGLIA

It's a beautiful spring morning. I can feel the warm sun coming through the window of the little studio trailer my parents and I share. The sun is hitting my back as I am sitting on the floor with my favorite toy, my little gumball machine. I can hear the wind blow softly through the trees and the surf of the waves in the background at Pismo Beach. During this time, families shared these little trailers. We each have a nice little yard in front, little patch of grass and flowers all around.

It's a beautiful, peaceful quiet morning. I love hearing the waves off in the distance. It gives me a great sense of peace and tranquility. I love my gumball toy. My great-grandparents gave it to me and it is very, very special. I cherish it. I worship it. It is my teddy bear, my security blanket. I put in a penny or two a day that is given to me by Mom or Dad and get a piece of gum. I look forward to it. It is the highlight of my day. I love looking at all the different gum colors. They make me feel joyful and happy. It is the old-fashioned kind with a red metal base, and a crystal glass ball on top. I carry it everywhere inside of the trailer. I never ever take it outside because I don't want to risk breaking it. I love it too much to ever do that.

I am three years old and I am waiting for Mom and Dad to get up. I am sitting on the floor at the base of their bed, with my gumball toy between my legs. Dad is up now getting dressed so he can head out to Cal Poly College. Mom is still resting in bed and she will get up after Dad leaves. Dad is saying good-bye to Mom, words are exchanged, and then a huge fight starts. Screaming, yelling and nasty name-calling. I am really becoming afraid. The fight is becoming louder and more violent. I am feeling paralyzed with fear, wanting to get up and move but I cannot. I am frozen, holding my breath, feeling like I am slowly being suffocated. "Please Dad, do not come any closer. Stay away and please God protect my gumball toy. Please!" Oh, he is getting closer and closer. CRUNCH!

The sound of crushing glass! I am screaming and crying uncontrollably. Why, why, why? I do not understand.

"God, what did I do?"

I am completely devastated...

Dad storms off and slams the door. Mom is crying uncontrollably and I am hysterical. She cleans up all the glass, and picks up the smashed gumballs. Mom throws everything in the garbage. I feel as if I am slowly sinking and drowning, such a sense of loss, words cannot describe how I feel. Mom made their bed, changed me out of my pajamas, and fed me. After awhile we became calmer. She packed us up a lunch and Mom took us to Pismo Beach for a couple of hours. Up until the age of twelve, I waited to hear, "I am sorry Theresa for breaking your toy." Every Christmas and birthday I would wait for another. I received neither, and through the years it would become a distant memory, but something I never ever forgot. I remember it as if were yesterday. Little did I know at the time my favorite toy was destroyed; God would give me my life's lessons.

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