home sweet home

I ignore the hotshot lawyer sitting opposite me who just has to make about eighteen calls on the train into Grand Central.  I exit the train and the hot air settles on me.  The station is overrun with people.  Still, it feels good to be home.

I exit the subway and see two guys pile driving a big hole in the sidewalk.  I walk past them and stop at a fruit stand, where seven dollars can buy a box of raspberries, a box of blueberries, two large peaches and two large nectarines.  The vendor throws in a couple of small black plums, just because.

I get home and walk into a very hot, semi-neat apartment.  I like its familiarity. 

Alexander comes home from camp and actually looks happy to see me.  His first words are, “Wow.  Was there no sun on the Cape?”  He laughs and then tells me I look like the crazy tan woman in Something About Mary.

 I should be more careful.

I left Alexander $100 while I was gone and told him he could keep the change.  He’s been subsisting on pasta, pizza and Fiber One bars.  He’s probably happy to see me because now he will be well-fed again.  Although he hardly looks malnourished.