She made herself busy at the next table and she talked to him as she worked.
“You like going out to them big parties?”
“Not so much.”
“Why do you go?”
“Business, I guess. It’s good to see all the big shots.”
“You’re right there; you’re sure right there.”
“What’s that you got on your head?”
She giggled self-consciously and wished that she didn’t get so silly when she was pleased. “Just a snood. I’ve had it such a long time.” This was not true.
“Looks nice,” said Holton seriously, biting into a piece of bread.
“Thank you; I like it.” No, that was wrong, it sounded defiant and she didn’t mean that. She added in a much softer voice, “I’m glad you like it.”