“Yes,” and instantly, Erna, always susceptible to praise or flattery, raised her hands to arrange the ribbon.

“It matches your hair to perfection,” Breen pursued. “You love color, don’t you?”

“Sure.”

“Red the most?”

“Sure.”

“Blood, blood red?”

“Yes.”

“My favorite color, too!”

“That’ll do,” Nielsen interposed. “Don’t steal all the crumbs, Breen.”

Erna laughed.