The Prostitutes:
Fresh looking inexperienced prostitutes looking confused but determined were everywhere. Two in particular caught Mattie's attention. One of them was a very pretty black head and the other a young skinny freckled face, with emerald colored eyes and beautiful red hair. She overheard the younger one who was little more than a scared witless kid, trying her sales pitch in a definitely Irish brogue:
“It would be real nice for ya now t'wood. I ain't ever been, you know been, ah done it you know and the other girls they say I should get double.”
“How much is double?”
Her prospect looked tired and was old enough to be her father. He had failure and disappointment written all over his face, now that his dream had gone sour he was headed home to try once again to pick up where he had left off. Someone else had found all of the gold.
She started high figuring she would have to come down:
“Aye, it twood be eight dollars it twood.”
He reached into his pocket and came up with seven dollars total. He studied it for a while, then handed her three of his precious dollars.
“Ain't you gonna pay me more extra cause it's the first time and all?”
