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Tuesday, November 13, 2012

61 deadtimeson

. were my superego doing any monitoring - like the rest of me , it appeared to be taking august off - it would have noted that i had spoken without consideration , because any consideration at all would have stopped me in my tracks .
ottavia looked away  . i thought for  that instant that i might have misread her .
" we will go downtown , " she said ." i know a place . sicilian . more peses . but for true ."
transist lesson over , lunch complete , we walked through the masssive terminal out onto forty-first ." have fun here  , alan ," she said  ." in the city . my home . i will leave with a safe heart . i know now i can trust you . that's good ." she placed a closed fist between her breasts before she added ." ciao ."
she took off down the sidwwalk to get to a bus or a different subway line . she walkws away in that determined , head -fixed , gaze-set ,  long-strided way in that is peculiar to solitary women in big cities . half a block away ottavia turned back , caught my eye , and waved , i was surprised that she'd looked back . but mostly i was surprised by the fact i was still looking at her when she did .
h er face lit up in a laugh before ahe resumed her march . i assumed that her amusement was at my newjork virginity . and perhaps at my extramarital virginity . in a few more seconds she was gone from my view , lost in the sidewalk chorus of midtown .
i pulled out my cell and checked the time . i'd see her again in less than sixs hour .
i was looking forward to it .
holy shit , i thought .

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