Girls’ night
by Eva Wilson
We painted Novak the whippet’s toenails and our lips red, our eyes black, we swapped glasses and dresses and got drunk on bubbly, danced to Falco and forgot to eat. We looked like Hildegard Knef. The view over the roofs of Berlin for once gave us the feeling of being in a big city, and we filled the room with smoke and spilled rosé. We needed hairspray and bobby pins.
We linked arms on the way west and at Victoria Bar the grave lady bouncer opened the door. We had Old-Fashioneds. We missed some people and we lost some on the way. We travelled east for pizza, and for Tania’s Moscow Mules. We had runs in our stockings and our underwear was padded.
Merci les filles!
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