Courting gossip
Down around the corner, out in the street, the folks on the court were all out having their glass of wine and night time talk. The pleasure police, as she has come to be known, was dressed down. The driver of the concrete truck who came to deliver to the house being renovated – dressed down. By the time, we were coming to Moss Street again, the penultimate house, the door opened and two heads poked out saying they were making left overs – come on and eat. It’s how we do it here. I begged off the glass of wine that was being almost forced on me and said I was headed for clean living down here at the LaLa, with my detox tea, and a bubble bath.