If she was trying to get me to go away, she failed. If her intent was to entice, if she wanted my money, if this was a big elaborate scheme to draw me in with the need to know what secrets awaited the backroom, then she had me right where she wanted me. I was…
Sorry for te typos — writing and posting in a flurry You get it to, that feeling during the limbo hours in between leaving and having left–that nostalgic question part anticipation part reluctance part kangaroo. You muse: should I have ordered the pilsner instead if the Nile beer? Did I even give the pilsner a…
