Mona dashed to the window and peeped down at an elegantly dressed brunette waiting in the entrance alcove. She certainly looked like a friend of Serra's. The lipstick lesbians were everywhere.

Her abundant hair, of a dark and glossy brown, was neatly plaited and coiled above an ivory column that rose straight from a pair of gently sloping shoulders, clearly outlined beneath the light muslin frock that covered them.

Bubba and Bubbette love rasslin' because Bubba and Bubbette should really walk around wearing a sandwich board that reads quick, someone give me a lobotomy.

It is a very pretty name, Mma. I should like to be called Poppy. The compliment drew a smile. I used to be very embarrassed about it, said Poppy. I used to try to hide my name from people. I thought it was a very silly name. Mma Ramotswe shook her head. There was nothing embarrassing about the name Poppy, but there was no telling what names people would find embarrassing.