I Tipped An Exhausted Waitress One Hundred Dollars Until I Found Something In My Takeout Box

waits for me in the apartment, which is not the comfortable silence of someone who has chosen solitude but the other kind, the silence of a space that expected more people in it than it got. The restaurant is warm and dim and smells like butter and wine and the accumulated pleasantness of a place that has been treating people well for a long time, continue reading …