Archive | May, 2003


During the breakfast rust at Jack’s Diner one early Sunday morning, Alan had asked Lydia if she wouldn’t mind letting him sit at her table. All of the tables were completely full. Alan would have sat outside but a steady drizzle had coated the sidewalks with small beads of water. While he and Lydia sat at the table they started talking. They laughed and had some more coffee.

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