Nora Played Six Days of Recordings at Her Second Anniversary Dinner
She had a leather tote that cost more than my stroller.
Julian checked his watch again and didn’t look at me.
I drove home with my hands at ten and two.
At four I sat in Evelyn’s living room with a cup of tea I didn’t drink.
Evelyn brought the pot in on a vintage silver serving tray.
The tray had a deep scratch across one corner.
She set it on the ottoman and smoothed a doily under the sugar bowl.
“Has Julian seemed tired to you?” I asked.