Penelope. "Whe-ere can I find the la-adies room?" quavers a dear little old lady who smiles like Grandma Moses as her palsied little paw presents a pistol that is possibly somewhat larger than the little old lady herself.
"O-over th-there," answers a female bank teller who looks the way Red Riding Hood looked when Grandma turned out to be the Big Bad Wolf.
"Tha-ank you, my de-ear," the old lady replies with an even sweeter smile as she turns away with an alacrity amazing in one obliged to carry, in addition to her years, the staggering great stack of bank notes she has...