THE TALL WISPY WOMAN
She was beautiful, tall raspy-voiced Tetyana – or Tanya for short, though she preferred the long version of her name. Thin, gaunt, and pale – with long flowing black hair that dropped nearly to her waist. Nicholas agreed to meet her at the Golden Ducat Café. She invited him out for coffee, something that the local Galician women don’t do very often if they don’t know you well and haven’t yet defined personal social boundaries. She told him the café was her favorite place to go. Nicholas’s professor of Ukrainian had translated a few of her poems into English. Some of the poetry was on the erotic side. He remembered that one of the poems was a vivid physical description of lovemaking in the woods with a brutishly vigorous lover. Well, this was the town where the term ma
