I had high tea with a friend. It’s hard not to talk about villains these days.
She put her phone in the fridge for some privacy.
My friend said: “Things will change for the better in this country but over ten years. I don’t have time to wait for that, but maybe you do.”
“I’m not sure,” I answered. “But what are the other options?”
She said: “Take the tiramisu. You’ll need it.”
Shortly before the curfew I went home. Lots of police in the 90s on both the Upper West Side and the Upper East Side.