she hung up the phone , walked toward me , completely out of place among the brass fixtures and red orientals , marble floors and people in silks and linens and malaysian cotton , in her faded white tank top , gray shorts , and nike thongs , no makeup , smelling like murphy 's oil soap , and all she had to do was give me that loopy grin she was giving me now , and i was pretty certain i 'd never seen anyone look half as tremendous .