“Daydreaming?” Elena’s voice startled me. “I’ve never seen such a sight: you’re putting your fingers to your mouth like you’re smoking, but without a cigarette. Want one?”
Huffing and puffing, she tears open a fresh pack, sticks a cigarette in my mouth, lights it; she’s always that way, she loves to supposedly look after you like you were a little kid, apparently she thinks she’s the Big Momma, even though she’s nothing but an old brood-hen.