New York, New York
New York, New YorkTwo Weeks Later
Two Weeks Later
“How come we don’t go out for cheeseburgers?” Ava says while piling her freshly grilled cheeseburger with lettuce, tomato, onion, relish, mayonnaise, mustard, and almost one half of an entire bottle of Heinz 57 (she needs the other half for her fries). “The Times Square Hard Rock Café makes like a totally radical cheeseburger.”
I set my plate down on the small island counter that separates my galley kitchen from the living room-s***h-dining room-s***h-writer’s studio. Picking up the ketchup bottle, I squeeze a reasonable amount onto my burger. When I’m satisfied the burger is perfect, I pick off a piece and toss it to my pit bull, Lu, who is asleep on the floor. Not one to sleep through free food, e
