[…] a Gora-walla, or groom for every horse, and, according to the extent of the garden, from one to six Malleys, or gardeners.

Belen and I were both invited to a crush party by another friend of ours from high school named Stephanie.

[…] And here comes tea and coffee—may as well have some, I suppose it will be all the same price. And what's this? eyeing a lot of liqueur glasses full of eau de vie. Chasse café, Monsieur, said the garçon. Chasse cafe—chasse cafe—what's that? Oh, I twig—what we call 'shove in the mouth' at the Free-and-Easy.—Yes, certainly, give me a glass.

“He’s kind of a man ho,” she says, confirming my suspicions. […] ¶ “How many girls has he slept with?”