There Was No Seat for Me at the Luxury Restaurant. By Dessert, They Regretted It

“Not fixed. Just clear. The way things look after rain.”

He nodded as if this were a perfectly sensible unit of measurement. “Clarity’s worth more than most things people chase.”

We sat in the quiet of the bookstore, the heater doing its job, Banjo’s chest rising and falling in the window, the city moving past the glass at its own unhurried pace.

“Why continue reading …