CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
It was strange to see a human being with bright orange hair. My companion was very overweight and appeared to be in her fifties. The heavy lipstick that outlined her mouth matched her hair, and the effect was almost blinding. Her purple dress rustled every time she moved. She was a symphony of sound and a kaleidoscope of color. Nevertheless, I was immediately drawn to her. She had a warm smile, and everything about her countenance was pleasant and gentle.
"I’m Hilda. I came aboard back in Shreveport. Been walkin' around stretchin’ my legs so my veins don't explode."
"Gee, that doesn’t sound good."
“They haven’t exploded yet, I’m happy to say. I’ve been havin’ me a good ol’ time playing cards in the salon, but after awhile, sittin’ hurts my fanny, even though I have a
