"You old lechers!" said the fat woman tightly.
Charley and Luke and Sam exchanged dismayed looks.
"Now, ma'am—" Charley began.
"Don't say anything, you old lechers," the fat woman spat. "I don't want to hear your gloating, oily voices! Of all the lecherous, salacious, lascivious things to do!"
"Why," Charley said doubtfully, "I guess we're a little old to be all those things—"
"You're never too old to be evil-minded!" she snapped. "Even if your bodies are too old for unGodliness!" Her positive and indicating gaze raked them up and down, and she saw the cards which Charley held in his lap.
"Playing cards, too!" she said, her lips curling. "Well, I guess that follows!"
"Follows what, ma'am?" Luke asked puzzledly.
She saw the brown beer bottle resting on the box beside Charley's chair.
"Alcohol!" she hissed.