One man, hat in hand, even in the cold. A little shriveled man with a spike of dust-colored hair, but kind-looking.
"Aw...." he drawled in embarrassment. He clicked his tongue. "You're both probably too good for somebody like me. I don't know. Both fine women."
The two women stood in silence.
"What's your name?"
"Annie."
"Mary."
"Mary? My sister's named Mary. Fine woman." He took Mary's hand. "No disrespect to you, Annie."
They were all gone.
