Annie banged the kettle down on the old stove and sighed. "I can't get this damn thing lit."
"It's true then. You can't even boil water!"
Consuela was watching her from her seat at the bar, tapping a cigarette on a silver case and smiling.
Annie noticed the old woman was missing another tooth.
"Rosa!" Annie yelled, high pitched and slightly panicked.
She turned away from the long old greasy bar grill to take the cigarette Consuela offered.
Rosa entered silently behind her carrying crisp white bar towels. She set them in a neat stack on a shelf then removed a large box of wooden kitchen matches from her apron pocket. She struck a match, lit the stove, placed the kettle on the burner, and turned around to light both their cigarettes in one seamless move. Then she blew out the match and put it in an ashtray and set that down along with two cups and a box of tea bags.
Annie exhaled. "Thanks." But Rosa was gone.