She was there when I came through the door, shopping bag at ready, laughing and saying that she was on time despite the buses it took to bring her here, that I was late despite my short elevator. She smiled and said now she could hug me.
We took a taxi down to the Magnificent Mile and the first thing we did was buy a cup of coffee. We found a wonderful love seat in the lobby of the magnificent shopping mall, just outside the door way to Bloomingdale’s. She had the pumpkin bar. I had the lemon bar. She brought the napkins. I went to get the forks.
I’m the one who spilled my coffee while I was talking. It didn’t matter.
We talked about nothing and everything.
Coffee in porcelain cups is very nice. Coffee served by elegant waiters is so refined and wonderful. Coffee in Europe is an experience that must be tried, especially in a restaurant that doesn’t think people should leave after 1 hour and 45 minutes, when they’re barely started talking.
But coffee is best with a friend that you love, when you’re sorting the details of normal life, when you’re sharing the stuff that most people wouldn’t give a blink to hear. . . . Then it brings out the little kids in us, telling tales of characters in made-up stories.
After the coffee we went to the stores and we did what was on the agenda. We accomplished things and we were together. It was a fine practice run for the next time and the time after that when, I’ll wear the pants I bought. We’ll have coffee and go somewhere again.
But this time, we’ll have coffee at the beginning and coffee again at the end.
Coffee is best with a best friend that you love.
−me strauss Letting me be