I wished I could offer her tea. You don’t think about it, but all those little fusses we make over company have their purposes. They give us something to do with our hands and our anxiousness until everybody settles in and starts having fun. It’s probably why the men who come into Madame’s spend so much money at the bar. Even though they gotta know—the savvy ones, anyway—that we girls is drinking soda water or cold tea. But it gives everybody something to do with their hands.
