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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 188 of 307 "What?" "It's a pizza place. You'll figure it out." She carefully gave me her address and told me she wasn't working that night so six would be great. I was standing on her natural fiber door mat at promptly six. The only reason I mention the door mat is that all the other door mats in the boxy apartment building were flat, black and rubber. They came with the place. They said welcome but they did not mean welcome. The word welcome had been worn off Sarah's but the mere fact that she had gone out of her way to buy a soft, natural fiber door mat confirmed things that I wanted to suspect about her. That she cared about the details. That she didn't just pretend to be a rare breed but was. I was about to knock on the door when it opened. I looked down and rhythm was looking up. He turned his head back into the room, "It's the Vulcan, mom! And he's got pizza." I had brought two kinds' of pizza, a complicated meat free assortment of interesting vegetables and a simple cheese variety. I've learned from years watching nieces and nephews race through their fourth year that it can be a picky time and the fewer available items to pick at the better. And I brought the huge Onion Garden Mediterranean Salad which caused the counter person at Blind Onion to shake the clanger of a naval bell dangling above our heads and shout "The Med!" at the top of her lungs, to which |
