“How you doin’, Miss Darla?” “Just as fine as can be, Mr. Pierre.” “You remember my name. I am very complimented.” “Well, of course, a handsome man like you,” she says. She has eyes the same color as Hannah’s, right out of the Caribbean Sea. Except she can mess with your head. After a couple of exchanges with her, you don’t know if she’s laughing at your thoughts or inviting you to do something you shouldn’t have on your mind.
