A long black hair was floating in Charlie Squillaci’s bourbon. He stared at it for a minute, honing his disgust. It was powerful. Tender music whining over the speakers—a Roy Orbison love song—angered him. He summoned the waitress, who was dressed in red velveteen to the upper thighs. It was well into May; he tried … Continue reading ENTER NIGHT – Salvatore Difalco