"Your act is okay.  Needs a few laughs in it, maybe, but - Hi, Smitty." As Mike came in, she offered him a gloved hand.  Mrs. Paiwonski always wore gloves away from the lot, and a high-necked dress and stockings.  Dressed so, she looked like a middle-aged, most respectable widow, who had kept her figure trim in spite of her years - looked so, because she was precisely that.