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We値l Always Have Spanish Harlem

We値l Always Have Spanish Harlem

      展hat would you like today, Mr. John?
     展hat I want isn稚 on the menu.
     添ou mean me?
     敵ive me a shot of mezcal with the worm, dead or alive.
     She hovers. 擢or your information, there are no live worms in our mezcal. Don稚 believe what you see in the movies. And we haven稚 gotten our liquor license yet. Mr. John, what do you do for fun other than impersonating a bad hombre?
     的 write.
     My unexpected answer is translated upon traveling from her ear to her brain as 的 read.
     展e all read, she replies laconically.  
     She crosses toward the kitchen but stops in mid-walk upon my words, 的 write. I studied creative writing in college.
     Her boomerang maneuver takes her back to my table. She asks, 泥id you graduate from college?
     I reply, 典hree times.
     She asks, 展hat were your majors?
     I say, 溺y master痴 was in library science.
     展hat system did you study, the Dewey Decimal or the dewy damsel?
     溺y best line is 践ey you look as lonely as I feel. Can I buy you a coca-cola on the rocks?樗
      鉄o you are a near-beer kind of guy.
     展hen the heavenly bartender mixed my drink, he made it a Roy Roger痴 with coke and that cloyingly sweet grenadine syrup which weren稚 the ingredients for romance.
     添our celibacy is safe with me, John.
     鼎hastity lives on a pinnacle of rock where no birds sing.
     She says, 哲ot too fond of chastity. But pinnacles of rock are pleasing to me. Oh Mr. John you are always surprising us. I hope it doesn稚 disappoint you that I read romance novels.
     典hat is what I write, romance. I致e self-published. Would you like to read my stories?
     徹h, I would love to! But alas I don稚 have the money to buy your books.
     的 could give you complimentary copies. It is the least I could do for all the kindness you致e
bestowed on me.
     典hank you so much!
     She limbers up like a Degas Ballerina. Each flex is a gymnopedie played on the Steinway of her body on her closer walk up to me where she faces me with her music. I loosen my silk tie to breathe. She wipes the tableaux of the remains from her day until the persistence of my vision is met in a Satie moment with her epicurean smile.
     She says, 36-29-38.  
     展hat are you talking about?  
     She says, 展hat you are ogling at, my figure.
     One day she exclaims, 的 believe you are a secretly married runner of Ponzi schemes with a love child whose mother you pay hush money. Tell me are you a grandfather?
     My reply, 的 never had children prompts her to ask, 展ere you ever married?
     I reply, 擢or twelve years.
     When Christmas approaches her inquisitiveness grows focused and more intense. She stands behind the counter and jabs her finger at me like a police interrogator. 添ou were married for twelve years. What happened?!
     鉄he was much older than me. We were going in different directions. On that note, I make an about-face and sail out the door.  
     The next day she is all sunshine smiles and her lilt returns like a lost kitten. She says, 徹h divorce happens all the time. I told everyone about you. Please forgive my curiosity but let me see your hand. Her softness envelopes me. The female touch never loses its mystery or newness. She says, 添our lifeline is unto longevity what the path of lunar light upon the sea is at moonrise.
     One day she observes, 溺r. John, have you lost weight?
     I reply, 展hy yes, how nice of you to notice.
     She says, 展ell you must be passing it on to me. I have put on some pounds.
     添ou look the same as always to me.
     She replies, 展ell most of my extra baggage is in my caboose. Of course, you don稚 look back there. Oh, Mr. John, your poker face is showing.  
     Alas, it is closing day for the restaurant due to the coronavirus. But my book arrives just in time to present it to her before the lonely weeks ahead. She can稚 wait and reads. Her tears come like orphans seeking a home. She says, 展e may never meet on this earthly plane again. But here is how I want you to remember me. She takes the barrettes out of her beehive hairdo. Her hair falls down like a magnificent hoop skirt. She hands her hairpins to me. 典o remember me by, she says.
     She says, 展e致e been talking about you.
     With her downward cast eyes what begins as a casual encounter becomes intimate with my, 的 miss you.
     She turns ecstatic with her rainbow smile. 徹h, I miss you too. I can稚 wait until all this is over with so we can talk more again. She sings some lines from, 泥on稚 cry for me Argentina.
     展ho are you singing that to?
     添ou, it seemed to fit the moment.
     泥o I seem like a foreign country to you?
     的 meant it affectionately. What is wrong with being a foreigner anyhow? I am one and one of my favorite rock bands is called 詮oreigner.樗
     典hat group started before you were born.
     添ou were in college before I was born. But in my book, antiques are more valuable.
     展ouldn稚 you rather have a fresh out of the
factory corvette than a 1960s mustang however well maintained?
     典hey don稚 make them like they used to.
     She thrusts her immigrant hands into the Hobbit holes in the middle earth of my jeans. 添our pockets are warm and cozy. I壇 like to take my siesta in one with your jelly roll for my pillow.  
     She stuffs my pants pockets with Mexican soft drinks from an ice chest of carbonated refreshments meant for the waitresses to cool off from the heat. She puts two drinks in my shirt pockets for good measure. But the root beer, lemon/lime, strawberry, cream, and cherry colas will be the sugar from the kisses she never peppered me with. 展ith all that habanero spiced food you need soda to quench your thirst.  
     典he cherry cream of your smile and voice is the only drink soft enough to refresh me.
     泥o you have a video chat on your computer?
     鉄ure do. Let痴 meet in cyberspace. But I am conversationally challenged.
     鄭 man who has written books by the dozen is at a loss for words? I find that difficult to believe. I have something entirely different in mind. Staying on a healthy diet works better with a cooking partner. It requires the preparation of a variety of nutritious but tasty dishes. Otherwise culinary tedium sets in. But there is only one stumbling block. Though I don稚 eat meat or chicken I do consume fish which I cook. So I am a pescetarian. I presume you are a vegan since you only order guacamole and beans when dining here. So I would never want to lead you into what you consider sin by tempting you with my seafood cuisine.
     I reply, 展hile we池e using religious lingo let痴 bring the Catholic sacrament of confession into this discussion. I dine on tuna and salmon for my private meals.
     擢or joy! Then all my worries were for naught.
     滴owever, though I知 not Jewish I tend to follow a kosher diet which means no oysters.
     的 only have them at the oyster bar along with a margarita.
     的知 not so obtuse as to object to being in your presence while you enjoy them over your slushy.
     撤lease, won稚 you take a trip down Margarita lane with me?
     鄭s a teenager, I did a paper route on a street called Margarita Lane.
     鏑ol. Well then didn稚 you ever wonder about that mushy feeling that comes from having downed a few? That is since you walked its namesake.
     添ou致e sold me. Let痴 get mushy together.

One Month Later

       笛ohn, the email you gave me sent back a reply saying, 舛ustom eulogies for your dearly departed to dress up those closet skeletons as endearing peccadillos for a person of otherwise sterling character to bring comic relief to the bereaved. Can you imagine how that shook me up?    
     溺y handwriting is atrocious. Next time I won稚 write in cursive.    
     溺y first question upon showing up for work this past month was, 蘇ave you seen Mr. John? They answered, 創ot a sign of him.樗  
     徹h, darling, I was worried about you too. Truthfully I was quarantining. I should have attempted to get the word to you. I didn稚 know if you wanted me to bring our closeness to the attention of the other waitresses.
     鄭re you kidding me? They are laying odds on when you値l ask me out. Fifty dollars is riding on the outcome. We are already an item in the kitchen. Inquiring minds, among whom I am one, want to know.
     展ell butter my butt and call me a biscuit!  
     的 had a dream that the morgue called me to identify your body because I was the only close relation you had locally. So I went there. They pulled open the drawer and there before me was your sweet face ashen in its pallor. They asked me if I wanted any of your belongings so I took your glasses with me as a last keepsake to remember you by. Don稚 ever frighten me like that again.    
     哲othing short of an apocalypse will keep me away from you again.    
     She takes my order to the kitchen saying, 溺r. John is back. He is well, thank God.
Written by goldenmyst
Published | Edited 7th Aug 2020
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