"Remember that girl told you, act like he right even when he wrong," Eunice reminded her sister.
"But it stink yeah," Norma complained.
"So? He your husband, go kiss him," Eunice ordered.
Finally, Buford had enough of the cigar and stamped it out. Before the trio had taken four steps, a young man was picking the cigar stub off the ground and lighting it.
"We'll come back tomorrow when the market's open," he promised.
"And you getting you another cigar?" Norma asked.
"Maybe," he lied, having no intention of getting a second cigar.
A street performer standing in Jackson Square grabbed Norma's hand and pulled her into his act.
"And what are you doing here in the French Quarter?" he asked as he handed her two apples to hold while he juggled three others.
"I'm on my honeymoon yeah," sh
