our new
best friend, appears again.
wanting
to know
how everything is, we chew
our first bite of food
and swallow.
we wipe our
lips and tell him everything
is fine.
more water?
he says,
pouring more into
our glasses.
i'll be close
by
if you need anything.
more parmesan cheese
or pepper perhaps?
magically
making
the enormous wood shaker
appear.
maybe just
a sprinkle i tell him.
and you miss?
no, she says.
but i would like some more
bread.
which
he suddenly takes out of
his jacket.
with pads of butter.
i'll be right over there, he says.
and oh,
here's the dessert
menu
for when you're ready.
the chocolate waffle cake
is to die
for. it's my favorite.
you don't have issues
with gluten,
do you?
i reach for my pepper spray,
but she stops
me.
and says. no. not now.
wait until
we leave.
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