Our friend is visiting from New Orleans. She is the kid of our other friend. She runs a Catholic Worker house. She used to run this one, for a while, with her spouse.
Today we went to her sister’s house and sat at the kitchen table, just talking for a while. I drank peach Perrier. Ming had a Coke. She had three glasses of red wine.
I asked for advice about a couple things. We talked about money. Family. Personalities and getting along.
Lately I want a lot of comfort: mac and cheese, Ming’s hand on my back, wearing my mom’s clothes, sleep. Warm things.
Too much to do. But tomorrow we leave town, so I can forget about some of the responsibility, for a while.
