"The hospital is being inspected."
Ruby's eyes narrowed again. "Is that why you come in here all nice like? You want old Ruby to keep quiet about all the mean faggots you got working over here?"
"No Miss Jones. I actually wanted to talk to you like we've been doing, and I want to continue for a while. You've had a very interesting life; someone should write a book about you. Or better yet a movie, who would you want to play you in a movie?"
"Elizabeth Taylor," she answered without hesitation.
Mifa thought the fact that Taylor was dead was a moot point. "Excellent, there is no one like her on stage and she has a great presence, just like you. But you know what she would do now?"
Ruby seemed mollified by the fact that Mifa hadn't argued with her choice. "No, what?"
"She would be very quiet for the inspectors so they would not come in this room."
