Woman, drinking

Chelsea Pines Inn reunion, 1998

Distant sirens, the sash window open. Amber street light making strange the white bed. “Do you remember what you used to call me?” she says, smiling sadly, as she pulls her feet under the covers. He is mid drink, and when he hears her, his drinking pace holds steady, but his eyes close. He finishes his drink. “No”, he says, …