Just a few days latter, we were in a hotel making love, when William started smoking something that didn’t smell like regular tobacco. He offered some to me, I didn’t like it, because it made me feel stupid and dull. He just watched me with curiosity. Then he said, “This hotel is not for us, how about moving to the nice apartment with me?”
So I moved again, for the same reason. I did not know at the time that his wife was either in Europe or New York every time we were living together. The new place was small but very cozy, with big windows and and the view of the city. I loved the twinkling lights, may be because that was the only present I`d know for the long time, Christmas lights were always on in December, so it seemed to me they were to celebrate my birthday, the town lip up especially for me.
William told me “Dress up tomorrow, we will celebrate your cumpleanos! I`ll pick up you at 8 pm after I close the liquor store.” I innocently asked, “Where we are going?” He said it was a surprise, and that night we arrived at La Belle Epoque, en elegant French restaurant. We sat at the bar for the cocktail, when they showed us the most beautiful semi-private room with candles on the table and a bottle of champagne. William said, after pouring some champagne, in to my crystal goblet, “Happy birthday, chuchi!” (I call him puchi, he call me chuchi.) “hope have you many more!” As I raised a goblet, there under the cap was gold bracelet with with morocotas of 5 Bolivares, solid 18 carats! The whole atmosphere was so charming and romantic, with violins playing, and then the waiters came with the dinner course and every one said “Happy birthday!” Then of course came big birthday cake with cognac and candles and they were singing happy birthday to me. It was truly and magic night, this was the first time of my whole life that I had had a celebration for my birthday, and I was flying! “We`ll go home for the moment, I need more cigarettes,” he said, “Esta bien I said”
We were home and there were flowers on the table and small glass container or flask of the white powder. William served me a scotch and a soda and helped himself, we sat down at the table, then he took the little flask and with a tinny little spoon that was in his pocket, dabbed in it and inhaled some of the stuff, saying “Remember we spoke about cocaine? Well, this is it, just to pep you up, no harm, you`ll see! Like this, would you like to try it?” Of course I did, but nothing out of this world happened like with that other stuff. So we went back out to dance, going to the most exotic private cabarets and nightclubs and in one of them, we sit up in kind of private balcony, so we could sniff some more of that magic powder!!!!!
We danced until the early morning, and then went to the Tamanaco Hotel, where all the party people went to sleep before sunrise…. Or some of us go to worked……….