I heard a man say. He had a droopy mustache and deep grooves on either side of his mouth. He meant Baba. Her new hat, which she’d bought just for the wine and cheese one-man show, was eye-catching. It was black, with a flat crown and a wide brim. Getting into the artsy-craftsy spirit of the evening, Baba also wore her black cape with a red lining and her tall black boots. “If only you had a mask, you’d look like Zorro,” Patsy had said as we piled into Daddy’s car, bald tires and all. “Zorro who?” Baba said. “You know. The Mark of Zorro. We saw it last week on TV,” I said. “I always say a hat puts the finishing touch on a costume,” Baba said. “I’m so glad hats are back.” “I didn’t know they’d been away,” Daddy said. “We’d better get a move on. I’ve noticed that people who go to art galleries for a one-man show tend to be very big eaters. They gobble up everything in sight. I think it’s because most of them haven’t had a square meal in a week.
