"Chez Parée, she works there?" Janine snorted coarsely, "My Dad owns that."
"Get the fuck outta here", I shot a sidelong glance, "You're full of shit."
"You don't know shit about this town, do you?" she snapped.
"Everybody knows that Big Daddy Ti'ti own Chez Paree and two whore houses on the South Shore. And everyone know that Big Daddy Ti'tit is my dad."
"Everybody knows that Big Daddy Ti'ti own Chez Paree and two whore houses on the South Shore. And everyone know that Big Daddy Ti'tit is my dad."
"If "Big Daddy Ti'tit" your father, why would he let you do this?"
"He threw me out of the house when I started going to Raves every night and skipping class", she said as she looked straight ahead with a "don't fuck with me stare".
"Do you know Johnny Barile?"
"You mean the GM?"
"Yeah, he used to make me Shirley Temples on Saturday while I was waiting for my dad."
"Uncle Johnny loved me"
"I want some breakfast, there's a Harveys on Avenue Parc. I hear they are doing breakfast now, take me there and nd give me a fuckin' cigarette." the girl from Westmount barked when she recovered from the flashback.
"You got a fuckin' mouth for a Westmount girl", I hit back to her as I lit a Du Maurier and gave it to her, "We are not going to Harveys Burgers for breakfast."
We sat silently at the light on Boulevard St-Laurent and Sherbrooke.
"What the fuck is up with that?" I thought, "It's everyone but Natacha."
