The Barmaid Once upon a time she was a natural blond, now she's blonder than ever before, lives in a small flat across the street, spends most days on her verandah dressed in a pink open gown leaning against the parapet while her freckled milky white breasts rest on her ample arms. She dresses at four in the afternoon leaves her flat at six, return five in the morn and always alone this solitary figure. Someone told me that she's popular barmaid who keeps her customers supplied with booze and ready smiles during long nights when the lonely have nowhere to go and can't bear listening to their own thoughts. She, however, seems well adjusted spends daylight hours watching street life, paints her toenails bright red and smoke filter tipped cigarettes.