the room fills up slowly. comfortably. so many faces familiar but changed. “wrinklier”, “frecklier”, chubbier skinnier, taller, more stooped, hair longer, shorter, gone entirely. liver spots, pimples, crow’s feet, make up.
we’re in the upstairs part of the servino, a tiburon restaurant owned and operated by sweaters-around-the-neck, boat-shoe-shod italians. it looks out on a perfect easter sunday . . . → Read More: the peggy reunion
what’d you say?