sketch #22


quote #12

"He's smoking," said my mother. "Look at the way he brings it to his mouth. The way he stands with his elbows back on the bar."

I looked at her, wanting to follow her, to play on this new field she was making.

"I bet he gets in trouble," I said.

She nodded slowly, agreeing with something I hadn't said. "I don't think he's the kind of man who would care very much. I don't think he'll care at all." She looked around the dead garden, then shook her head and smiled, as if remembering an old joke. "So here we are. Nothing to do but call for the check."

Mark Slouka
Harper’s Magazine