Reluctantly she stood up, frightened by his tone. She put a hand over his change, waited.
He did not notice.
She put the money into her apron pocket, heaving her chest.
Then she got the blonde.
"You wanna buy me a drink, honey?" the blonde said.
"Sit down!"
The blonde turned to the Mexican. "Make it a double." She sat down.
"Talk!"
"Whatdaya wan' me to say, honey?"
"Just talk." He had seen the pulse in the vein in her neck. The neck was skinny, and the face was pinched, lined with heavy powder. Her eyes were weary, and her thin hands moved jerkily.