I am reading magazines in spanish and feigning nonchalance as you inspect your fingernails and try to ignore the hobby horse I just stuck in your ear. The bus driver announces bouyantly over the loudspeaker every few blocks, but his words sink in the river of bodies like a buick with the windows rolled down.
"FIRST Avenluau bit fay ern thebolgle Museum."
You glance over at the dress I've made from table cloths and reach in your pocket "Whaddya call that? Calico?"
I fold up the hem on my knees and take your handful of change. I drop pennies between the wide stitches. When I stand up my dress weighs 4 buttons, 2 yards and fifty cents.
Posted by Sonya at December 3, 2002 08:46 AM