The taverns were his second home or maybe first. He knew which wine to drink in each and every tavern, the waiters knew what he liked… But this night he has seen to much of taverns and waiters, he felt as he was followed by two shadows. Finally he set down, raze the glass and gazed into the redness as he was drinking. He remembered the lipstick on the shirt… the lipstick was always here but the shirts were new every day… the lipstick and the wine sheered the same color. back