The fork


A friend, a bassist, had invited me to a meal, at the home of friends, who had themselves invited a dealer of coke and other small ingredients that please so much in show business. This man in his fifties, looking patibular, was accompanied by a small frail woman, shy and very pretty, whom he had installed to his right at the end of the table. I have no recollection of the words that were exchanged during this meal, but I remember that the frail and pretty young woman did not say a word…. until the moment when she moved her head forward a little to express her opinion. Bad pickaxe! He stuck her with a fork in her hand as punishment for her impertinence! I immediately expressed my indignation, repressed by my friend discreetly advising me to run over. I never saw this mafioso again.