She looked adorable; women are so sylph-like when barefoot.She looked adorable; women are so sylph-like when barefoot. She carried a large stoneware mug in each hand, steaming with the frothy, fragrant chocolate. Handing me one, she announced: "Music we need," and walked over to a cassette player. I expected something weird, but was surprised to hear the strains of bossa-nova and the voice of Astrud Gilberto. As we sat, we drank the chocolate and smoked, a kindred vice which somehow branded us as being of like kidney. Our conversation consisted of the usual mundacities: school, friends, relations, etc. |