Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Party of Three

Went out for fancy pizza in OldTown, for Big A's Boss Day. I was wearing the fancy earrings KC gave me on Sunday and everything.

But I crashed into a wall of sadness the minute I entered. I archly corrected the hostess when she asked if we wanted a table for three: "Four!" And then I had to correct myself: "No, you're right, just three."

I miss At. I always miss At.

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