Viola brought the coffee.
"Pretty," I said.
Hattie looked at the door where Viola had gone. "Nice girl. Married and
has two kids. The wages are no damned good--but the tips!--I think she
does as well as I do, after taxes. More passes made at Vi than nearly
anybody actually working. She's a strict Baptist."
"I wasn't--" I thought of reminiscing a little. Then I thought it might
be sad. Hattie seemed to have read my mind.
"Remember Elysse? The French girl with the brown bangs?"