Her name was Mr's Tapper, I called her Sugar Ray and she worked for Mr Rothman hand rolling cigarettes all day,
she told me he was a tiny man with a voice that filled the room and all those ladies sat within sensed some impending doom as he counted up stray tobacco strands with his nicotine and age stained hands.
Mr's Tapper left us back in eighty-seven no doubt she's rolling cigarettes at Rothmans factory somewhere in Heaven.