We’re late but you are patient enough to smile us to our seats. If you had time, I’d ask you about what we missed so we could decide if our morning was lost for reason enough. I’d say that you are one of those people who are fine and a thinker, or generous and a good friend. In my memory, you are wearing a suit. I think you had a bow tie and held a photograph of your mother, but perhaps it wasn’t of her. A woman in the front row swigs brandy and creases her programme between her palms.
February 15, 2010 by Gemma Seltzer
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