"CRAWFOOT stood outside of Sloans, hand up for a cab. His face was punctuated by a cigar and a redhead hung on his arm like a comma. He'd approached her after his third Dewars and water. 'You make a barstool look like a throne.' She looked him over, suppressed a smile. 'Yeah? You make wearing a raincoat look like a felony.' He lit her cigarette, loosened his tie and sat down next to her, bumped her knee." -From The Short Stories of Lou Beach
