'Cheer up, bwoy,' she said in a lilting Caribbean accent that reminded Archie of That Jamaican Cricketer, 'it might never happen.'
'I think it already has.'
She gave him a wide grin that revealed possibly her one imperfection. A complete lack of teeth in the top of her mouth.
'Man...dey get knock out.' she lisped, seeing his surprise. 'But I tink to myself: come de end of de world, d'Lord won't mind if I have no toofs.'