She was sitting in the hotel lobby
Perched in a velvet chair

Her head leaned to one side, she exhaled
Swirls of cigarette smoke, a gray scarf unraveling
rose toward the ceiling above her

I walked slowly in her direction
As she regarded me cautiously
Peering over her dark glasses
her Crimson lips formed into a straight line

Looking for someone?
She whispered
As though the conversation might be overheard

No, I offered, trying to appear disinterested
Not just anyone

Good, she purred
Extending her right hand and a Cheshire grin

I’m Delia, and I’m not just anyone

Later events would prove that as an understatement