Summary
On the brackish edge of a no-name Gulf port, where gulls scavenge the color from the sky, Dixie—half-waif, half-weather-worn oracle—drifts like flotsam through Sis Maloney’s clapboard fiefdom. The woman they call “Sis” rules her shrimp-boiling dominion with tongs for scepters, her son Joe a sham prince who trades kisses for bruises. Into this salt-crusted inferno they lure Dixie: first as charity, then as chattel. A hasty marriage—ink still wet on the license—shackles her to Joe hours before the sheriff drags him off for nameless crimes, leaving the bride a garlanded widow in a mildewed veil. Shackled no more by law yet haunted by memory, Dixie slips through the dockside fog until Keith Demming—silk-scarved, citified, smelling of limes and ledger books—finds her humming sea-chanteys to the moon. He decks her in lamé, feeds her oysters Rockefeller, teaches her the scandalous fox-trot beneath chandeliers that drip like stalactites of sugar. On the very night laughter finally pierces her ribcage, Joe oozes back, a revenant smelling of jailhouse bleach, demanding the consummation denied him. Salvation arrives not as gunshot or dagger but as the apparition of a tuxedoed stranger: her father, long presumed drowned in bourbon and river silt, now wielding a bankroll fat as a Bible. Joe’s death—accidental, almost an afterthought—unhooks the final ball-and-chain, letting Dixie stride into sunrise on Keith’s arm, past the rotting pier where her barefoot ghost once waited for a lifeboat that never came.
Synopsis
Dixie, a waif of the Southern waterfronts, is taken in by "Sis" Maloney and her son Joe, who make her life miserable. She is tricked into a marriage with Joe, but he is arrested on their wedding night and jailed. Dixie eventually finds romance with Keith Demming, who takes her to her first dress-up party. Joe, however, chooses that night to return, and Dixie is saved from a life with him only by the unexpected appearance of her wealthy father. Joe's accidental death frees Dixie to marry Keith.
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