She wipes the sweat off her forehead with her crippled hand and keeps pourin' on the fixin's with her healthy hand. My jeans are gettin' tight again. She makes my slice quick, puttin' on just the right amount of tomato sauce and cheese, with a few green peppers sprinkled on, then sets it in the oven. I think she's a real artist. I would never think of, and she arranges the fixin's in interestin' designs on top of the crust.
People always comment in an admirin' way.
It's especially amazin' 'cause she's got that crippled hand that ain't much of a help to her. She was in a car accident that wrecked the use of her one hand and makes her limp a bit too. I ring up another customer, then drift back to have my slice of pizza. He likes to go over to that church across the street all the time and pray. Betsy folds her arms.