That lady was real nice, she said. She always set and talked awhile when she come in. And such pretty red hair. Sure had a lot of opinions, though. She watched Aloma as she said this, her lids ridden up so that Aloma could see too much of her eyeballs, big glossy things. Aloma only nodded again, slowly, clutching Orren's billfold in her hand.

It's terrible what people don't deserve.

Yes, said Aloma carefully. She didn't like to yesmam, it always felt like something foul on her tongue.

C. E. Morgan, All the Living