By Lou Mindar
Gigi wanted to know if she could ask me a question.
We were lying in bed, naked, a sheet covering our lower halves. An autumn breeze blew in from the open window, the smell of charred oysters and Old Bay seasoning mingled on the cooling air.
Her full name was Geraldine Germand, but when she was a kid growing up in Mid City, she insisted people call her by her initials, G.G. Over the years, “G.G.” became “Gigi.”[Read more…] about Kissing Gigi