I woke up and looked out the window: it was as if the apartment was going through a car wash with all the suds and foam, the product of high winds and heavy rain battering the building. The day Marcia Mello flew into town there were tornados blowing across the prairie. Her flight was delayed until the middle of the night (meaning I got to play my Quake 2 ctf match).
Marcia had been on busses, trains, planes and automobiles for over 11 hours at that point. We took Etta’s hungry mama to Longman & Eagle, recipient of a recent Michelin star, the nicest place still open. She ate bone marrow and arctic char.
