Big City Night
I
asked Kate about the leaves - if they are really just turning now - in
the car after she picked me up from my hotel, and she smiled and nodded.
"These deciduous trees aren't native," she said, and I realized my
whole view on the Bay - probably even life itself - was colored by
Eastern winters. She swooped down after work to ferry me across the Bay
into San Mateo, and then north into San Francisco and the Mission
District, where I ate a half chicken with roasted vegetables and
chocolate cake. Rob drank wine and coffee even though he was not quite
over a bout of flu. Kate ate half her empanada and then rubbed her belly
and looked uncomfortable, and she probably was, being near eight months
pregnant. Back in the car, when Kate pulled up to the hotel, I gave her
the Mother Goose book hoping that their child might find some joy in
it. Maybe it's the book, or subconscious desire, or a biological clock,
I've been dreaming about children and parenting this week.
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