Against The Odds. Laura Drake

young woman behind the bar didn’t even look up. She dispensed a soda from the old-fashioned draft handle and flipped a burger on the grill at the same time. She wore a pink throwback A-line dress with a white frilly apron and pink pillbox cap perched on her turquoise shoulder-length hair. The rims of both ears were encrusted with studs and her lipstick and nail polish were lime green. “Do I look like I got time to chat?” She snapped gum like machine-gun fire. “The McDonald’s is closed for redecorating, and everybody got ravenous at the same time. Holy shit.” She planted a hand on her bony hip and pointed a spatula at Hope. Snap snap. “What’s her problem?”