When James was a middle man he made his living by selling adulterate liquor at the time or the prohibition in Chicago, he was really smart and foxy, maybe because he was ambidextrous, his intelligent had been somehow augmented be having to live by himself since he was a little child, in fact all his childhood was a constant bereft. He came across the liquor business when he was hired to work a local liquor store, he used to deploy the whiskey boxes and even though he was supposed no to drink at such short age, he was so dour and had such fortitude of character that he always did his way.
One day he was gaping out of the window when she saw an opulent yet beautiful woman, he said “good morning “ when the girl passed by, but she only replied with a gibe in her face. He rapidly tried to guise his anger product of the girls disdain. But that insidious look on the eyes of the girl would not go unpunished. By the time James saw the girl again the idea of intimation with her was more than a pliable and reiterated idea in his head, this time he was sure to get a better response from her. But one again all he got was a stolid look on her eyes. For a moment he was tentative to run after her and ask for an explanation about her undeserved attitude, yet he remained unkempt looking to the sky with a verbatim feeling that there are some things that are not meant to happen. He remained that afternoon working warily with the boxes of whiskey and the idea of an undeserved rejection. Many years later when he was an old man, and had stopped dealing with liquor he would cherish those precious days when he was happy among the boxes of whiskey and then he saw her, the lady with the sinister and unforgiving look on her face, his never-accomplished love of his life…
I hope you appreciate this effort, it took really longer than any other question would have, XD.
