of a writer who had an interview this morning. The interview happened on the internet. Two faces mirrored in MacBooks. They were very nice and easy with each other.
This is the story that jumps back in time two months to when the writer took the Rock Island Metra down down down to the Blue Island to see her oldest friend. And they stood together in the snow in the bone binding chill of February and kind of cried right there on the platform about how hard it is to know what to do next. And the friend said to the writer that things will come. She said things will come. And the writer got back on the train.
And vanilla coffee percolates in the writer’s kitchen. And the writer started her morning reading some Ann Patchett. And the kitty who is normally forbidden access to the writer’s office is here with the writer this morning. Special treat.