As we tell the woman our name her once stone faced expression, explodes almost cartoonishly with shock and jubilation.
“McCarthy?!” She loudly interrupts
“You must be Latoy-uhhm…Vermillion’s girl! Last I saw you, you were just a little baby.” she nearly hollers in excitement before regaining her veil of stoicism.
“I didn’t know you were coming here.” She finishes before inquiring about our other questions.