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.
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