Gilda by Valerie Noirblossom
Enjoy the story! Nobody fools my girlfriend, Gilda. Or at least, I don’t. Gilda, my golden one, with her long curly blonde locks. Looking the part of the intellectual she was in her squarish round glasses. “What do you think of that young lady Caribe, or Carabiner, or whatever she’s called.” “Carob,” I corrected, foolishly