“I’ll introduce myself the next time I see her,” Midge says.

It’s clear that Rose is a little out of her depth here, but Midge has to give her credit. She came out for the night by herself when she’s clearly not used to doing so. That takes chutzpah.

“Enjoy.” Midge holds her drink up and clinks the glass against Rose’s. “L’chaim.” After taking a sip, she continues. “Where do you come from?”