Saturday, April 08, 2006

Flashback (2)

The restaurant has low ceilings, dimmer lighting… Hajda’s knife and fork are crossed on her plate, which somehow contributes to the provocation… she turns and swallows Salem up in her mouth.

I watch, blushing. (Why it was not their fault I always felt so young around them).

Salem reels, laughing:

I can still taste the onion rings!

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