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Her name was Leila.
Tequila Leila, as she was known to her friends and her clients. Tequila Leila as she was called at home and at work, in that rosewood-coloured house on a cobblestoned cul-de-sac down by the wharf, nestled between a church and a sinagogue, among lamp shop and kebab shops - the street that harboured the oldest licensed brothels in Istanbul.
Still, if she were to hear you put it like that, she might take offence and playfully hurl a shoe - one of her high-heeled stilettos.
'Is, darling, not was... My name is Tequilla Leila.'
Never in a thousand years would she agree to be spoken of in the past tense. The very thought of it would make her feel samll and defeated, and the last thing she wanted in this world was to feel that way. No, she would insist on the present tense - even though she now realized with a sinking feeling that her heart had just stopped beating, and her breathing had abruptly ceased, and whichever way she looked at her situation there was no denying that she was dead.
Tequila Leila, as she was known to her friends and her clients. Tequila Leila as she was called at home and at work, in that rosewood-coloured house on a cobblestoned cul-de-sac down by the wharf, nestled between a church and a sinagogue, among lamp shop and kebab shops - the street that harboured the oldest licensed brothels in Istanbul.
Still, if she were to hear you put it like that, she might take offence and playfully hurl a shoe - one of her high-heeled stilettos.
'Is, darling, not was... My name is Tequilla Leila.'
Never in a thousand years would she agree to be spoken of in the past tense. The very thought of it would make her feel samll and defeated, and the last thing she wanted in this world was to feel that way. No, she would insist on the present tense - even though she now realized with a sinking feeling that her heart had just stopped beating, and her breathing had abruptly ceased, and whichever way she looked at her situation there was no denying that she was dead.
