Welcome to Bailey's Cafe, the most mythically real eating place you've ever walked into. Presided over by Bailey himself and his helpmate, Nadine, it is a magnet that draws a wide variety of society's detritus, each with her own story to tell.
There is Sadie, whose addiction to alcohol is second only to her mania for cleanliness; and the oddly maternal Eve, whose bordello accepts only fresh flowers as legal tender; Sweet Esther, who takes nothing but white roses for her very particular favors; and Peaches, whose badly mutilated face is in sharp contrast to her goddess's body; Jesse Bell, for whom the love of a woman cannot overcome her lust for heroin; Miss Maple, a transvestite who makes a handsome living by entering soap flake contests; and Mariam, the Ethiopian child who may be the bearer of a miracle.
One would call them misfits all, but in the magical aura of Bailey's Cafe, as the new year approaches, each becomes a universal creature of biblical stature. Magic, too, touches every line of each one's story. For this we have only the consummate skill of Gloria Naylor to thank.