”I sat up. “I wasn't sure you'd be alone, and I didn't want to interrupt,... anything,” I said, sitting up. “Carolyn said you left her place w...ith Javon, and you know what an asshole he can be, especially with me.” She just looked down at her hands, as though searching for words.“I put coffee on,” she said, still not looking at me. “Want some?”“Is he still here?” I asked somewhat sharply. “Don't you have to get back upstairs to him?”“No, he's... I'm not sure where he is, but I took him back to. "Do you think about anything else Robbie? Do you think about where you seem to want to put your fingers? Do you think about my little bum?" She knew that she was now fully committed given this last question.Robbie could hear Ellen getting herself hotter and hotter as they played out this little game."Oh Mrs McKenzie, I would never think like that, that would be dirty." But I know you want to touch my bottom Robbie. Wouldn't you like to just drop your hand a few inches further? Wouldn't you like. I wasgoing to swap the slob's fashion sense onto Essie then let her hyper-judgemental perceptions constantly point out that everything she worewas terrible and that there was nothing she could do to fix it. Evannodded. I pressed the button.A mad blush spread across the face of the slob as he looked down.Panic filled his eyes as his steps became increasingly self-conscious.I'm sure he'd probably have fled then and there if he wasn't worriedabout drawing attention to himself.In so far as I could. " Mr. Bell was about fifty, with a fringe of gray at the temples and perfect posture. He dressed the part of a southern lawyer and carried himself with the dignity of a southern gentleman.We drove in silence to Mama's Diner. Seriously - Mama's. I remember David Brenner joking that you should never eat at a place named Mama's and never take a waiters suggestion after ten p.m. That joke was on my mind as we walked in and seated ourselves.The place was well worn. There were old photos and even.