“Hilola, Hilola.” The old gentlemen sang it like a tune. “It is a beautiful name.”

Selene ~ Albert Aublet “Hilola, Hilola.” The old gentlemen sang it like a tune. “It is a beautiful name.” The gambler threw down another winning hand and pinched his companion on the cheek again. “Do you know what your name means, my dear?”

“Gosh no.” Hilola blushed and looked at her hands. She was smitten with the old gambler.

“It is Arabic. It mean of the moon.”

Hilola shrugged her shoulders and then looked down at herself in her beautiful dress. Everyone at the table stole glances at her, as she was the loveliest creature they’d seen in a very long time.

The gambler watched the moonbeams play off the river as they sailed south. He looked up at the brightly shining moon in the evening sky and then back to his special guest. “It certainly is a fitting name, my child.” He suddenly looked at his watch, folded his present hand, and signaled to his entourage. “Gentlemen, it is time.” Allingham; Desperate Ride