Now back in Little Rock one month this evening. Sunday dinner (Pentecost) at Franke’s with Anne H. We sat in the smokers’ room because it had a table large enough for us all. At a distance, a grandmother with frizzed short bottle-blonde hair and tight little eyes, having dinner with her grandson and granddaughter. She smoked as she ate, saying in a piercing nasal voice, “Finish your desserts.” Wore a flowing kaftan-like white and green affair made of polyester.Nearer, two black women, also both smoking as they ate. The one facing me had a gilded scarf tied tignon-style around her hair, a large black rose closing the circle in the idle of her forehead. Gold-rimmed glasses mirrored the gold tignon. As she smoked and ate, she also chatted on a small cellular phone that fit the palm of her hand.
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