She sat back in her chair and sighed, "yea. I thought so."<br/>Calmina noticed the banter continuing behind the counter, nothing more interesting to a bunch of school girls than boy drama. She shot them a look saying, "Stop it now." The girls quickly squealed to a quiet and broke up. Being in charge had its perks, but the best thing of all she could relax while the girls did their jobs.<br/>"Charlie's has it in advanced stage, right now he has less than a week to live. I haven't seen him since they hospitalized him, Ma sent me a letter yesterday asking me to see him but....I don't know if I can see him like this." Calmina pulled out a picture from her wallet, in it was a picture of a man with balding white hair, the time must have been before he was in the hospital. The man was smiling, pulling the wrinkles in his face upward towards his brown eyes that shined in the light of the frame. His teeth were white but a few had caps on them you could clearly see, straight. "That's him, I took him out one day to get a professional picture done. He never liked getting his picture taken, almost all of my Polaroids are garbaged cause he would cover his face." She sat the picture on the table, letting Charlie look at it if he wished. Calmina watched his face as he looked at her, something about him was different. Different from other men that she met in the city, this was New York. Rude, crude men walked the streets. What was it about this one?