The Drawing Room

Rosie, the bartender, didn’t drink alcohol. Luke, the Chinese owner, took us to Chinatown for cocktails. Tall ginger chef and short closeted colored man each had a wandering eye – on different sides. Perfect red nails read the paper as she said, “I’ll squeeze the fat around your neck,” to the man taking up space next to her at 6:15 a.m.

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