Lucille had never actually met an Indian person before, and since she still thought she was at a country club, she was a little surprised to see Kelly there. On the other hand, she liked people who agreed with her, and so she decided to be friendly to the woman she had decided was probably a hostess of some kind.

"Oh, yes." She nodded and crossed her legs. "It's hard to beat a full, thick head of luscious hair... Oh, how I loved that hair." Her eyelashes fluttered, a smile flashing across her face. It was gone, however, almost instantly, and then she rolled her eyes. "But now it's all gone and he's just a pot-smoking putz with only one pair of pants. Oh well."

She finished her drink and held the glass out to Kelly expectantly. "It's vodka tonic."