Food for Thought
Weightlessness is seductive – seductive with four S's, and how many things are spun like that?
The evening begins and ends the same way – with empty hands. She goes online to scrounge out a good one, somewhere decorated by someone who has done something monumental, a place you can't wear denim or toe-baring shoes to. She dresses and walks, or sometimes takes a cab, if necessary. Table for one, please. She never has to wait for a seat. One is easy to accommodate, she feels with pride, especially one who takes up so little space. Water, please – no ice. Tonight the menu is French, and désirez-vous un peu du vin?
She orders the richest one, a full bottle, and when he offers her a taste, she shakes her head. She already knows what it tastes like, and it will do just fine.
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