| Becoming I had lunch today with a girl named Sera. She smoked five cigarettes, lighting the next with the last, and ate smashed potatoes as she told me all about her life. I wasn't really listening, cos she smelled like lemons or Asia or something, and I couldn't place the blinding green scent. I kept thinking about how, until then, she had set up for herself a nice life in my dreams. Until then, when she glided through glass double doors at 12:03 p.m. on a cold day in January and had lunch with me. So she was a real person, not just some pretty waitress. |