Martha appraised the man carefully, ten said, "Most of us aren't." It wasn't something she said casually, either, something that was deliberate, her truth. She'd done some nasty things, some things that she didn't like, in that year, for starters.

"There's nothing wrong with fucking or drinking," she admitted, grinning a little. "And violence...has its places, I'm not gonna deny it. So, Mr Johnson--"

It was a guess, but hell. She extended her hand for a shake. "I'm Martha."