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February 24, 2004


Restaurants

Yesterday I shared crepes with R. at Cafe La Palette. C. looked tired. She had called me by mistake a week ago. I wasn't sure who had called, and I didn't understand what the person was saying on the other end. I kept telling the caller that I thought she had the wrong number, that I didn't understand what she was saying. Eventually, the woman switched to English from what I later realized was Portuguese. I'm sorry, E., she said. I called the wrong number. But when are you stopping by my restaurant? I told her that I'd be by soon.

This evening I had dinner at Hiroko's Cafe. She wasn't there. I asked her mother if she was well. Monday is her day off, she told me. I was surprised. C. hasn't had a day off since she opened her cafe. H.'s mother then proceeded to tell me that as a child, H. would wake up every Monday and complain of sickness. Her mother would dress her and take her to school. Hours later, a teacher would call, saying that H. was sick, and then her mother would have to go back to school to pick her up. She sighed, and repeated that Monday was H.'s day off. She's still my baby. Posted by eku at February 24, 2004 1:09 AM
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