Film Noir In Written Form

I was a chef in the world famous San Fancisco fishermen’s grotto, Spenger’s. One night I was working on a alfredo sauce to top them all and who was playing in the parlor but the one true love I ever would have. I watched from the kitchen that night, as she sang her sweet siren’s song, that, to this day, remains firm in my thoughts and ever will there be. When I brought out my alfredo dipping sauce and toast platter to the performers’ lounge she said to me that it was the most wounderful thing she had ever tasted. My heart crooned so! Sadly, she had tol leave on a train to Monteray right away, I never saw her again.

The End?