When Less takes a seat, she immediately serves him coffee and asks where he is from; he politely returns the question, and she says she is from here. “Went to Nashville, but my mama got sick so we came back,” she says, placing a sandwich in a panino press and gesturing to her partner. “I had to get out—you know what I mean.” And she gives a wink; with a shock, Less understands she has identified him, for she, too, is from the Netherlands. (So they don’t kill them here in Alabama?)
