Mrs. Sublett sighed. "Yes, well, Joel, I know you young people want a chance to talk." She peered at Chevette Washington. "That’s a shame about your hair, honey. You’re just as pretty as can be, though, and you know it’ll just grow in so nice. I tried to light the broiler on this gas range we had, down in Galveston, that was when Joel was just a baby, he was so sensitive, and that stove about blew up. I just had had this perm, dear and, well ..."