We made it out of the subway station without getting arrested and walked over to the sushi place, Narcisa stopping to ask for everything in every store on the way.
A diamond ring, a plastic toothpick holder, a box of Twinkies, a game of battleship, a parakeet, baby formula…
Then we were there and without delay Narcisa immediately began pillaging the buffet table.
I smiled, seeing the mirrors between her and our beloved JS.
Shrimp. Tuna, salmon. Shrimp. More tuna. In her mouth, but none on her plate.
The maitre de scowled at us. Jonathan shrugged and laughed. He was used to that scowl.
“Tempura! Now, go!” She said, bits of rice flying here and there. I wiped a piece off my forehead.
“Make sure you get enough for me.” I added.
“Coca Cola!” She shouted.
At that point everyone in the restaurant was turned around staring at us.
“Narcisa…” Jonathan said. “Relax. Why don’t you sit down with that plate of food?”
“That’s for the old peoples only, Cigano. Old. Got it?” She relented.
“Alright. So keep runnin around like a maniac. Whatever.”
Finally she picked a table right in the center of the restaurant and sat down.
By the time the two of us sat down to join her, maybe 11 seconds later, she was done, belching and moaning.
She hovered one of her knobby hands over my plate for a moment like a starved plucked vulture, and picked off a shrimp.
Then she plopped her head down on the table.
“I am SO full Cigano. I go to e’sleep now.”
“Princess, maybe you can wait a few minutes until I’m done eating then we can all go home and take a nap?”
“Okay Cigano, but hurry it the fuck up.” She put her head back down.
Jonathan finished the rest of the food off of my plate and his and called for the bill.
Narcisa threw herself into the street like a mangy, raggedy sloth and began to hail a cab.
“Maybe she’ll get run over…” Jonathan said, laughing.
Ya never know.

NOTIFICAÇÃO: Os eventos relatados neste site são contos de ficção registrados na Biblioteca Nacional com todos os direitos autorais revertidos ao autor Jonathan Shaw e Alessandra DeBenedetti. Os personagens mencionados são inteiramente fictícios. Certos eventos, personagens, lugares e relatos, foram baseados em fatos reais, porém qualquer semelhança a qualquer pessoa viva ou morta se trata de pura coincidência. As várias fotografias apresentadas se encontram com o rosto distorcido para preservar o anonimato das modelos que representam personagens fictícios.