You find yourself sidling up to Madelyn’s
booth. You’re in a bind and she is the only one on earth who can get you out of
it. You take note of the cowboy hat sticking out over the division between the
smoking and non-smoking seating area. He has his back to you, so you feel all
right, for now. Madelyn is tallying up the day’s takings; her shift is almost
at an end, so you clear your throat as you take the seat opposite her.
“What do you want, Marv?”
