“Big,––uhm! Work in steam laundry. She wear her sleeves all rolled up; walk very quick like she been going some place. She look good to me, so I step up in front. I take off my hat.
“‘How do you do, Jane!’
“She look at me and laugh. Half-smile, half laugh,––you know, Phil. I guess, maybe, it all right. So I try, little bit more.
“‘Very nice day, ma’am,’ I say.
“‘It is,’ she say.
“‘You look pretty nice!’ I say next.
“‘That’s comforting!’ she say next back, very quick.
“‘This my birthday.’ And I smile to her.
“‘It is written all over you,’ she answer.
“‘You think I look pretty good to you, eh?’ I ask.