“You don’t need the war paint. You could just tumble out of bed and win a beauty prize.”
“A lot you know about it. How about some coffee?”
“Suits me.”
She opened a door, disclosing a kitchenette that had been built into a closet, just a small gas plate, some shelves, dishes and a pocket-size electric refrigerator. “I can’t give you much else. I don’t eat much for breakfast”
“It’s okay, I’ve had breakfast. I’m just being sociable.”
“What brings you out here so early?”
I said, “That cheque you gave us.”
“The two hundred dollars?”
“Yes.”
“What about it?”