she wore a crisp yellow shirt
folded just the wrong way
dotted with coffee stains

her hair was dyed an elegant blond
tucked haphazardly under her hat
with a brim too wide for her face

her nails boasted a fresh manicure
“i wore acrylics for thirty years,” she told me
“my nails are too thin for that now”

her left ring finger showcased a giant diamond
yet she complained spending $13 
on a quart of ice cream for her husband