"A Somewhat Better Than Average Night for Kitty"
The glass is delicate. It feels like if you scrub it too hard, the whole thing might shatter. But when Kitty saw it in the thrift store - the one over on the bypass road - she knew it would be perfect for the bourbon she wanted to drink tonight. It's one of those "somewhat better than average" bourbons from the ABC store in Waverly she'd stopped at on the way down. You can never be too sure when and where you'll find an open liquor store on a Sunday.
Kitty has lots of little rituals - a last minute beach trip, a bourbon stop, an older but mostly clean motel, and a special glass to remember her trip by. She's gotten the glass clean enough to drink from, but keeps working her thumbnail on the leftover stickiness from the price tag (forty cents). It's the same way you can never quite get all the sticky off the side of your favorite thrift store bourbon glass... you can never quite get all the residue of certain men off the side of Kitty.