The old ladies cackled on and decided it was Mildred's turn to shuffle. I have a sore throat and I need Ty Cobb. His voice croaked in the middle as he overrode their conversation. The skinny one looked at him and mumbled something to herself.
Women do age dreadfully.
All of them. The fat ones sag and the skinny ones shrivel. He still had his hair, even. A regular rooster in the hen house. He gave up.