Richmond had put her off her game. Clarice and her friends had been meeting at the window table at Earl’s for almost forty years—since right about the time they were nicknamed the Supremes. Little Earl had wild crushes on all three of them back then, and he had tried his best to seduce them with free Cokes and chicken wings. Clarice was sure that, if he had been a little more persistent, it would have eventually worked on Odette. That girl was always hungry. Even when she was a child, Odette ate like a grown man.
