hinking of her brother during the day had pulled her mind back to him that night. She had slept, dreamt, and woken in that “darkest hour before dawn,” to lie awake and feel such a vividness of him. It was if they had hardly been separated for over forty years. And separated by death. The blue of his eyes, his slender, artistic hands, his laugh, his close-cropped brown hair, his well-trimmed beard. Weren’t they just playing cards together, eating ice cream together . . .
A Life in the Day of a Mom (Tethered Pt. II) “I know you don’t like to hear things like this darling, but it’s obvious you need more iron.” Marjorie smiled with a tiredness that had nothing to do with anemia. “Mother, I’m pale because it’s the end of winter. It’s a lot of … Continue reading Coffee at No. 10: A Life in the Day of a Mom (Tethered Pt. II)
Marjorie Dashwood had realized very quickly in the early months of ownership, nearly half of everyone who came into No.10, came in leashed. Leashed to a phone, leashed to a computer. Some came in with a book, some came in with a friend and simply talked, but most came in to drink coffee while attached to a screen. Some wore headphones, effectively sealing themselves in a bubble of anonymity with an umbilical cord to their caffeine. Her analytical nature kicked into gear. Was this healthy for a society . . .
A coffee bar, No.10—a world within a world. A micro world. Like an office, a dormitory, a sports team, a weekly knitting circle, a classroom, a small congregation, a family. All the ranging emotions, the connecting, the breaking connections, the simple and the complex, the vicissitudes of life. Playing out each day, every day in some chair or booth, for a few minutes or an hour, little dramas, comedy and tragedy, behind the counter or in front. Marjorie found herself watching people a lot, glancing, swiftly, without being obvious. Or so she thought . . .
Of the First Magnitude (Incongruous Pt. III) Marjorie was having doubts. Not about going to dinner with Henri Dylan. But of telling Trixi about it before she went. The phone call had caught her by surprise, while her mind had been absorbed in the startling fact that she was hurrying home, to change clothes and … Continue reading Coffee at No. 10: Installment 29: Of the First Magnitude (Incongruous Pt. III)