Plaid pale pants Puffy black jacket Short stylish black hair
(Shorter than I remember) Those deepset black eyes
as bright and piercingly intelligent As they were 29 years ago.
(Were they moist off and on
When we started talking After a long, warm hug?
So much has happened
Over these long years.
Where to begin?) From the sofa at Park Central We rose Cut across Yerba Buena Lane over to Amber.
“Will you be done by 7?” the male host asked, a little harried.
We acquiesce. And a few minutes later the female host,
“You will be done by 6:45, right?” “No!” I exclaim, outraged and incredulous.
“We said 7! Chasing us out before we even sit down?!” The Amber menu did not disappoint.
Palak with amchur Bhindi jaipuri Khoomb kofta Paratha, rice We fast forward, pause, rewind
Talk about our children Friends from Smith Life partners
Family lost Work The joys of the consulting life Flashback to Smith Broccoli! Previously unseen vegetable Uncut, steamed whole, Placed in chafing dishes in the dining hall Heart sinking at the sight My God, they eat trees here.
Horror and panic: What will I eat? And another moment
PED XING Painted on the road. Eliciting puzzled musings. What language is that? Are there many Chinese people here? And later the sheepish realization Pedestrian crossing. 29 years later How easy to resume A conversation With my first friend at Smith Sabina. My heart is full, she said
As we embraced and said goodbye.
Let’s not wait another 30 years. My heart was full too.
The warmth of friendship a cocoon
on the cold drive back home.
(Written on 2/12017)