She had purple eyes. Her nose was perfect. Her
mouth was slightly crooked. Her neck was shaped like a bishop’s stick. It still
excited him to stand near Dee, sniff her
perfume in the midst of all her concentration on the pudding. But she could
feel Caroll behind her, and she dismissed the sous chefs. “Darling,” she said. “We
have guests. I have to be down in a minute. I can’t leave Cardinal Jim alone.
He’ll take out his poker deck and make paupers of everybody. So give me one
little squeeze.”
Maria's Girls - Jerome Charyn - 1993