My Cousin Versell |
by Sheila K. Smith |
reggae nights: He always falls through the U-club on Thursday nights trim hips in baggy pants and black alligator boots. the Earle: His louder cologne and persuasive grey eyes secure the unreserved table. Their waitress compliments the ensemble his reptile belt his cashmere cardigan his woman's taste in men passion: He sneers at women who tug at the elastic on his Bloomingdale briefs. tres chic: His delight in shoulders, steel drums, and nigerian tits. |