Umber (21.19 — Leroy’s Story)
May 16, 2012 § Leave a comment
Before I could think of anything to say about writing litanies, I started coughing. When I was still at it a minute later, Vera said, “You’d better get something to drink.” I nodded. We went inside the soda fountain which was just a few shops down from where we had been conversing. We sat at a little table right next to the front window. The waitress brought me a glass of water.
“This,” I thought, “is my lucky day.”