Adano had already pulled his “Mr. Mumbles” act on her, but now he had upped the decibels considerably.

She and her friend quickly exited Swami Nitty-Gritty’s Karma Klinic

“I think you scared her away,” I told Adano.

“No, she’s outside having a cigarette,” he replied.

I drew the blinds and looked out the window, and, sure enough, she was puffing away.

“How’d you know she was smoking?” I asked

“Her lips were pursed, and they were slightly blue,” replied Adano.