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Claudia blushed. “I owe you a drink, Shakespeare and I know a man with a bar.” She took my hand and pulled me to my feet. “I’ve known Boris forever.” A look of affection
graced her face. “He used to feed me wine and fairy tales on his knee when I was very
young. How he managed to survive the dirty war is probably a secret I’d rather not know
but I love him. I know he will like you. How could he not?”
She led us down an alley lined with carved doors mounted with ornately cast hardware. We stopped in front of a large sign depicting a well-endowed bull with the words ‘Los Huevos’ scrawled across it. It swayed in the breeze above a humble store front.
Claudia rang the bell. The door swung open and a large, florid man wearing an electric yellow shirt and the reddest pants I had ever seen stepped out. A thick black mustache twirled into rings crawled over his lips. Wide sideburns equally curled at their ends stretched across his cheeks. He embraced Claudia then turned to me. His dark eyes stared deep into mine. “Hello, handsome. I am Boris.” He put one arm around me and the other around Claudia.
Claudia kissed him on the cheek. “These are my thirsty friends Pat, Nanette and Oliver.”
He lowered his girth down to the dogs. He cradled their heads in his beefy hands. “Hello, my friends. Come in and drink with me.” Then he sprang up and took me in his arms. He kissed me on each cheek and held me at arm's length lifting me to my toes. “Aren’t you the lucky one, my daughter.”, he said, rolling his eyes at Claudia.
She led us down an alley lined with carved doors mounted with ornately cast hardware. We stopped in front of a large sign depicting a well-endowed bull with the words ‘Los Huevos’ scrawled across it. It swayed in the breeze above a humble store front.
Claudia rang the bell. The door swung open and a large, florid man wearing an electric yellow shirt and the reddest pants I had ever seen stepped out. A thick black mustache twirled into rings crawled over his lips. Wide sideburns equally curled at their ends stretched across his cheeks. He embraced Claudia then turned to me. His dark eyes stared deep into mine. “Hello, handsome. I am Boris.” He put one arm around me and the other around Claudia.
Claudia kissed him on the cheek. “These are my thirsty friends Pat, Nanette and Oliver.”
He lowered his girth down to the dogs. He cradled their heads in his beefy hands. “Hello, my friends. Come in and drink with me.” Then he sprang up and took me in his arms. He kissed me on each cheek and held me at arm's length lifting me to my toes. “Aren’t you the lucky one, my daughter.”, he said, rolling his eyes at Claudia.
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