Yolardis
by: Hojat Salehi
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That day, as usual, he was offering me a deal, $40 for a box of choice Cuban cigars that he had described to me about before:
"Authentic Romeo and Julieta Coronas. My uncle has the connection to get them. I can bring them for you tonight."
"Do you know the story of Romeo and Julieta?" I asked.
"Some famous love story?"
"Yes. Right now I feel like Romeo when he first saw Julieta."
"Do you want the cigars?"
"Sure, but right now I want to meet that morena." I said, pointing out the exotic young girl just as she left the pharmacy and began walking away. He shadowed his eyes with his palm and said:
"I know her."
"No shit."
"Her name is Yolardis. She's from my neighborhood. Wait here I'll go get her for you." He was about to jump on his bike but I held him back.
"Oh no. Not like this. I don't think she would like to meet me right now. Do you really know her?"
"Yes. She is a friend of my stepsister. I know where she lives."
"Does she have a man?"
"She lives with her mother."
"What's she like? Does she go out?"
"Not like shameless girls. She's decent, but not a virgin."
"And just how would you know that?"
"There are no pretty virgins in Havana."
"How old is she?"
"18 or so. Old enough."
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