ANNIE, Not now!!
My first memory of Annie is of her standing in the doorway of the shop. Her outfit looked as if she’d dressed out of a dumpster. Her sneakers were two sizes too large and covered with food; I hope it was food. She sported a shirt of Hawaiian flowers in hues of orange, yellow, and purple that flowed over sweatpants, which at one time were white. Her hair was wild, blackish, now with shots of gray…
