You know you want to write something about her pale face, the almost smile at the almost man. Her eyes. Is she experienced? She never walked the streets wearing the turban or the big ball thing. On Saturday night she cooked dinner for me. For her birthday I gave her a deep blue lapus lazuli necklace with 6 pale amber pieces. I see her again and ask her if she ever wears it. I don't, she says, actually I prefer a gold necklace. So nice to see you tonight. Another drink? Throws the dice for another vigor. Throws the dice again.