I started to talk to her about where she would go if she had two weeks off and she answered with a very curt reply, “Hong Kong”. Then she was off waiting on other bar patrons. The majesty with which she slung those bottles of liquor around was second only to a crane taking flight from the edge of a placid pond. Her hair flowed about her shoulders, her face contorted into amazing shapes. Then she would place the drinks down on the bar as softly as if a butterfly was landing on a petal. I was falling in love.