“What’re your pies, June?”
“Banana cream.”
“Okay—and coffee. When do you get off?”
“That’s pretty insulting, Joe. I have a son your age—about 25, right? Where’s this heading?”
“I like older women.”
“So, now you’re calling me old? My guess? You got nothing going and you’re curious what it’s like to get it on with someone my age. I already know what would happen and how it would end. Besides, what makes you think I don’t have a boyfriend?”
“Just a feeling.”
“Keep those to yourself and eat your pie.”