Chapter 6Back to present day. The club is rather small, roughly twenty to thirty women inside smoking and drinking. Priscilla is both excited by the clientele, and slightly timid. She heads to the bar, where she leans in order to get the bartenders attention…all the while surveying the room. “Tequila, por favor.” She rummages through her purse to get some pesos. She reaches for a cigarette. Ramona appears.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d come.”
Priscilla puts away her cigarette, “Why’s that?”
“You don’t seem like the nightlife type.”
“Is that right?”
“Well, not anymore at least.”
“I thought I recognized you,” Priscilla made the connection rather quickly. Ramona shrugs. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Priscilla continues.
“You know, I wasn’t sure if Leonie and Felipe knew, and I didn’t want t
