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Letty looked around the cafe. The usual were present: the man who wore a plastic grocery sack on his head when it rained, and Harry who, every day, had one pant leg tucked in a boot, and one pant leg over a boot. The fellow who either cursed the wall or laughed half the time was at his table. It was hard to decide which was better: when he took his medication or when he didn't. The tall, skinny man was in the corner booth. He twitched constantly and coughed like a machine gun. Bessie was sitting on a stool at the counter. She was so large no one could sit on the stools next to her.