Davey wanted to scratch his nose but with both arms under the cloth -- bib? cape? -- tied around his neck, he couldn't.
"Don't make faces," Beth warned. "Your face might crack."
Larry came back just then with a big, red-headed woman following him. "This is Little Ruby," he said.
Davey looked up at the woman, a little frightened at the intensity she looked back at him with.
"You do good work, honey," Ruby told Beth. She pursed her own lips with fat fingers, thinking. Then she said to Davey, "I'm your new Mommy, sugar, ain't you the lucky b...?"