a Friend of Mine
Georgina S. Francisco is a friend of mine,
and she is very particular about
two things: cheese and Margaritas.
“Cheese,” she purrs, “must be strong,
sharp and sweet, like dulce.”
She leans into me for emphasis.
“¿No?” she says through a red
O of a mouth.
“And there is only one way,” she whispers,
“to make a Margarita.”
I wave her off, my eyes bulging with
excitement, and tell her about my
latest Google search where I unearthed
the most remarkable Margarita recipe that
includes a bottle of beer.
Georgina’s eyes narrow into mere slits,
and she spits out a disgusted, “Feh!”
Before I can say more, she stands and
looks down at me with disdain.
“There’s only one way to make a Margarita,”
she sneers. “And it does not include beer.”
Georgina turns on her heel leaving me
desolate with nothing more than her
perfume’s scent and her rebuke’s sting.
Georgina S. Francisco is a friend of mine,
and she is very particular about
two things: cheese and Margaritas.