I always get the small filet with two tartars and, if I can make it to dinner, the baked potato instead of fries. Sweet tea, saucers for the slaw. Hushpuppies come on the plate, and the service is family.
Today I get to have lunch with a precious memory. How close can you be to an interview? Is there some type of ethical distance to maneuver where I pretend she doesn't remind me of someone? And how fair is that to her?
Today I am grateful for the food, the questions, the story she has for me/us/sometimes I just pretend to be a philanthropist.
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