Sylvia had not looked directly at anyone other than Byron since entering the bar, at least if she did I hadn’t noticed. She also wasn’t carrying a purse, which I found odd – considering my extensive knowledge of women! She also hadn’t released his arm, except for the few moments while sliding onto her bar stool. Evidently, they were close, or she found some real comfort in having him close because he was certainly getting all her attention.
Without testing her drink, she reached into Byron’s inside coat pocket and retrieved a pack of Tareyton cigarettes and lighter. Handing him the lighter, she put one between those big lips, and he quickly lit it. Apparently now comfortable with her surroundings, she finally sampled her drink before blowing a mouthful of blue smoke out into the room. Sylvia was definitely an interesting, if not strange, woman.
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 