Matilda, The Ugly, A Romance (Abridged) by Joanne Okano (Chapter Five, again)

     And then she went into a dungeon at least that's what he said, because nobody would take her he said and she had to pay for her crimes against the children, he said, although he had done worse.  She had friends, she said.  Her friends were the missionaries.  And Elvis Presley.  That was about it, you think, but no, she had many more friends.  She was not a Dolly Parton type but men flocked to her you think, but no, they merely secretly admired her.  You see she had big teeth like an Osmond and nice legs like a Betty Grable.  

To Be Continued