Today Pinkie is cheerful. No sign of the accident is left except a small curved scar above her upper lip, and that can be sanded away when she has the time. "I look the same," she says, "if you don't really look. But it disturbs me. Let's face it, you're used to looking the way you look, and you're not very interested in looking like somebody else, even if it's Elizabeth Taylor. What it really is, my nose is more turned up. They do these things under a local anesthetic, and I could hear the surgeon saying to the nurses, 'How does that look?' and they'd say, 'Oh, I don't know.' 'You've got an awfully pug nose,' he told me. 'How would you like it a little classical?' I just said, 'Do something.' "
Pinkie is Placement Officer for Goodwill Industries in the District of Columbia, where she has complete responsibility for all placement of rehabilitated persons in the Washington area. She has been at it since November, but not as a consequence of her own accident. "It wasn't conscious at all, though I do find I relate well to some kinds of handicapped people," she says. "I worked in a personnel agency before and found myself working with the handicapped people, and in November I got into placement work with Goodwill."
It is a tough job, and the evidence is that Pinkie is first-rate. "You have to take them out by the hand and say, 'Here he is. I know he's got a criminal record for assaulting little children, but you're going to love him.' We're trying to change our image here at Goodwill from a lot of little Methodists to more of a Peace Corps type of group."
As for the image of Pinkie and Pat at the racecourses—two sprightly women who will give anyone a scrap—no change is contemplated.