They Mocked the Waitress for Being Poor The Mafia Boss Stood Up Slowly
I’d refilled their Prosecco twice. The third time I approached, one of them, the one with the diamond earrings, looked pointedly at my shoes. “Those are remarkable,” she said to her companions, not to me, about me, while I stood there. “Do you think she found them or bought them?” The other two laughed, not…
