It's impressive cleavage. Grace smirks and attempts to make more of her own by pushing her elbows in toward her chest. Well, a girl can try. She winks at the bartender when he looks her way again, then lights another cigarette.

"I was in some creepy Stepford Mayberry kind of town in Missouri. Not real big on welcoming committees. Cute deputy, though. He was shit scared about somethin'. Might head back that way soon," she decides.