A woman, between 35 and 45, in pink sweat pants and flip flops, crossing the street to lean into the open window of a car.
She is blonde, densely fat, and her skin looks like it was chemically darkened and then left out in the sun for good measure. She is wearing angry pink lipstick and her mouth is a straight line across, unsmiling. She’s the woman who holds the money, the money you will never see again, at a card game. Her breasts head straight down.
She is wearing a wife beater tee shirt. Across the front it reads “Gorgeous.”