Virgin with Butterflies
This whole adventure started when I met the gentleman from India. I didn't know anything about India that first night he bought the cigarettes from me, and neither did Millie.
Millie's the other cigarette girl, the one that was at the café selling cigarettes before me—only they had to let her quit because she was getting ready to have a baby. But she still hung around the café nights, looking to see if the feller wouldn't maybe come back that had gotten her that way.
Anyway, she didn't know what to make of this gentleman, either. He spoke soft and was not like most of the slickers that come to the café; he was more of a gentleman, with plenty of money and a ring with a red set in it that Millie said was a bum flash, though I don't know how she could be sure it was fake.
But Moe, the waiter, used to be a jeweler on the other side of the ocean. But Hitler's police cut off his thumbs, so he couldn't be a jeweler anymore, as it seems that you've got to have thumbs to be a jeweler. Well, Moe said it was a ruby, and I guess it was. And I guess that's what was the cause of what I'm going to tell about, the cause of everything that happened to me during ... read full excerpt from: Virgin With Butterflies ebook
