"Weird judge of character," Vickie murmurs, reflexively pushing away the idea that anything might like her. But she gently pets Greta's head, and a shudder runs through her; too many feelings, too strong. The world is just so real and it's been -

- It's been -

"...Y'know," she continues, like that didn't just happen. "She producin' milk? This Turkish guy back home turned me on to goat's milk in my coffee, an' it's been a dog's age. He ran this little cart, made coffee the way his dad and granddad and his granddad before him did, somethin' to do after he retired. Always played it up for the college kids, talkin' dire warnings about how they'd get knocked flat on their ass and see the face of God."