Somebody who eats men like Arthur for breakfast.” She got her keys out of her pocket and stopped at the door.

“And whatever he says to you tonight, you say yes, honey.

Nothing on your face.”

“I’m not much of an actress.”

“You’ve been one for ten years.

You just didn’t know the part.”

The screen door banged, and I stood listening to her car start.

Nancy, at the second window, had the account up before I finished sitting down.