52
Toronto 1961
I clomped up the stairs to my apartment, three whole flights. By the end, I wheezed pretty good. So much for giving up the fags. I realized it was dinner time and I hadn’t really eaten all day. That got me to thinking. Being with Birdie, it seemed I was surrounded by food in vast quantities, usually for him. On my own, I didn’t think about it too much and resolved to change that. Really though, I wanted to feel the burn of some Scotch down my throat and into my gullet.
She stood there waiting for me. It’s like I’d dreamed her and there she stood. So, I stared for a minute or two.
“You must have been reading my mind.”
She smiled slightly.
“Are you going to invite me in or just stand there gawking?”
“For your information, I don’t gawk. I never gawk. I’ve got too much p
