Tuesday, September 7, 2010
The dishes have been washed. The fan is blowing on my sleeping husband in the bedroom. The cat sleeps there, too. The flowers are still on the table, I am sipping a last glass of wine. I like to linger after the party, and wonder what it was all about. It's better that they go on, and so defer all thinking...In Cape Town after very, very long lunches under the tree, on a Sunday or Saturday, we would land up at Anatoli in the evening, and the party would go on. I would like to be able to go there now.
It was a good dinner.