—You could steal green bottles⁠—the room would smell stale again⁠— Hide it somewhere under your dress⁠—as it always did⁠— Stale cigars and tired bodies⁠—or even say When they reached to give you the tip, “Don’t give me a tip, Just give me”⁠—unwashed men with their six-weeks’ beards, Trying to hold you back when⁠—“that little green bottle, I want it so.”⁠—but the lady would never do it. Ladies named Lucy. Lucy was a good name, Flower-smelling. Sophy was just a name.