Florence watched as Lee ran her hand over a particular area on her abdomen. Some sort of unfortunate incident must have happened to her, she could tell by the forlorn look upon her face. But Lee did not say anything about it and if Florence knew a thing or two, it was to leave well enough alone. 
Florence watched as Lee lit up a pipe, viewing the item as if it were pure gold. Food was hard enough to find in this crisis, things like cigarettes were as rare as a priest in a whore house. Florence had long since enjoyed the luxury of holding a lit cigarette between her fingers, inhaling and exhaling.