The Imperial Hotel was now the meeting place for the “gay” community. These pubs were no longer the boisterous, noisy, and often “bloodhouses” of old.

S'ter Penny started to go but stopped when she noticed Ivy was still standing with us. Heh! Ivy Abankwah, jai foreskinning! She told her to stop doing something -- I wasn't sure what foreskinning meant.

Yup. I guess this blond-haired guy pistol-whipped him, out of jealousy over a woman. That'll do it to you, all right.

Sheer color alone is powerful enough, but when heightened by contrast, it becomes still more effective, and I seemed to have secured, with two barrels, a cotinga and its shadow.