Tuesday, August 16, 2016

a very nice favor

A few months ago Zelia calls.

"Can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Well, I'm thinking of renting a house in the Hamptons for August, and I don't want to stay alone during the week. Would you come out?"

Would I come out?

To the Hamptons in summer during the days I don't work?

To escape the heat of the city?

With a  pool outside the door?

With an ocean nearby?

On the weekdays when it's nicest?

"Of course.  Thank you. I love favors like this." (This of course being my first favor of this kind).

So now it's August, and my Cape vacation is over.

Around 11, Zelia picks me up. Two hours later, no traffic, and we're stopping at Citerella for a few basics: corn, grapes, guacamole and gazpacho. We are at the house by 1:30.



Lunch is on the porch.

Dessert is finishing a not-horrible book by the pool, that I need to Google to remember its name (First Comes Love by Emily Giffin).



Dinner is at a casual, local place.




And the best is the easy comfort of a good friend.


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