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I wouldn't have given her much more thought, except that I noticed streaks of mascara running down her cheeks. Sure enough, big tears started welling up in her eyes and rolling down the mascara paths on her face. I didn't want to get involved, especially since my omlette was due any second. But a crying woman is a crying woman so I offered her my napkin. I hadn't used it yet.
WOMAN:Thank you.
MACE:You all right?
WOMAN:I, I'm fine.
She blew her nose in my napkin.
Now it was used.

Sylvia finally brought over my omlette. I started to take a bite when all of a sudden the woman burst out bawling.

WOMAN:How'm I ever gonna find her?
MACE:Ma'am, ma'am, try to calm down.
Sylvia came back.
SYLVIA:Is she all right?
MACE:I don't know. Maybe you should bring her some water.
I turned back to the woman.