The moralist woman

The moralist woman Morning, every morning, the silent streets of Budapest We open the restaurant, one corner from the Váci street I arranged and tidied the terrace, tables, and chairs, and set up People walked in front of the restaurant. Going to work Office buildings, hotels, shops, and restaurants in this amazing area People were walking, and I watched them. Men and ladies. A young lady every morning walked the square, she watched Watched me, and me her. Bombastic legs, light brown skin, great shape Short brown hear, feminine figure, not slim, not tall, great body and face middle twenty age Every morning she came and stand front of the building opposite She watched the waiter. Me. For weeks. Days and days. Every morning A morning she came. She came to me. She said in my face with a stern chaste face ‘I don’t do "that"!' She shouted and turned and left in a hurry. I never see her again. It was a true story.