The restaurant is called The Back Porch and you can't remember why you decided to meet there, since it's far from where he lives, even farther from where you live in Brooklyn.
“This is ours,” she said, as she stood in front of the Buick Skylark convertible, sky blue with only a little rust and the roof already down. She’d just bought it for $75.
The sound of the sewing machine was soothing, like that of waves on a beach. I cut and sewed, sewed and cut. Slowly the wall hanging began to take shape in my hands.
