Early
50s. She's new to
NYC; she'd lived only in
rural small towns or the "
urban" overgrown
podunk of
college years. An older
sister, by then a City Lass of long standing, invites her to a party in
Harlem or some other
Manhattan locale; they take the
subway there from their
Bronx apartment.
They arrive, they mingle, they party. Miles, later in the evening, makes his entrance, with his expensive conk and immaculate suit. Ladies to his left and right. He takes a hit from a joint...
Mum: "I thought he was a pimp or a drug dealer."
He was Miles.