“I don’ wanna watch,” he protested. “Go ’way, woman; you draw flies!”
“But Rosa, she dance for you!” the girl insisted, using every bit of will power she possessed to hold back her rising temper.
“I don’t care if Rosa stand on her head! Leave me alone, will ya? I wanna listen to ole blondie do her stuff!”
“Sacri!” fumed the native heartbreaker. “You do not know art!”
Lefty sighed impatiently and pushed the girl away once again. “Aw, go sit on a tack!”
Rosa frowned menacingly but still managing to check her temper, walked to a near-by table, picked up a straight drink of whiskey and handed it to the boy.
Without even looking at her, he brought the glass to his lips and swallowed the contents with one gulp, making a wry face as he did so.
The blonde finished her song and the orchestra returned to the stand, picking up their instruments, and at the sign from the leader, burst into a wild fandango. Rosa took Lefty by the hand and pulled him off of the stand. He looked back to call the blonde entertainer but she had already disappeared.
“Come, we dance, no?” Rosa announced, leading him to the center of the floor.
“Yes!” the boy agreed, and taking the shapely native girl in his arms, whirled off, around the tiled dance floor, stepping over any couple who might unfortunately come within his path.