Postcard from Chinguashi

“You not Italian?”  She flipped the St. Joseph medal and crucifix hanging from the chain at his neck.  “You got more gold than a pawn shop.”

“Mike, another beer!” he shouted.  “I gotta take a leak.”  He recalled the girls and spitting in their wine, but dismissed the thought.  The Chinese chick was still sitting next to his stool when he got back from pissing O’Neal’s beer.

“Still here?  Can’t take no for an answer?”  He took a long swallow from his glass.

“Sorry.  Long day.  Got off on the wrong foot.  My name’s Holly.”

“Sounds like Christmas or something.  Holly and mistletoe.”  She didn’t smile so he had another hit of the beer.

“Holly like in Hollywood.”





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