After the third day I saw her, I asked the waitress to bring her a second glass of wine, on the house. The waitress walked over to her table, whispered into her ear and pointed at me. When she looked in my eyes, I nodded to her. She took out her lipstick from a small purse and applied it. She looked rather plain and her hair was tied back in a tight bun. The streak of red she applied to her mouth made her lips come vividly to life. She finished her glass, handed it to the waitress, and took the full glass of wine into her hand, nodding her head back to me in acknowledgement. The waitress delivered the dirty glass to the bar to be washed. I observed the thick red mark coating the rim, closely examining the curved shape and vertical lines of her lips leaving their imprint on the glass. I sta
