Ernest's mother

I shot the old crap around a little bit. She kept asking me all these questions about Ernest. She sounded interested as hell. Then I watched her take off her gloves. Boy, was she lousy with rocks. She looked up at me and sort of smiled. She had a terrifically nice smile. She really did. Most people have hardly any smile at all, or a lousy one. His mum started talking about how sensitive he was. Sensitive. That killed me. That guy Morrow was about as sensitive as a goddam toilet seat. I liked old Morrow’s mother. She was all right. I asked her if she wanted a cigarette, she replied with ‘I don’t believe this is a smoker, Rudolf.’ Rudolf. That killed me. She looked nice smoking. She had quiet a lot of sex appeal, too, if you really want to know.