Carmella writes me down her address in the
I put the piece of paper in my pocket.
They wave me off from the doorway.
I say ‘thank you’ about 100 times between standing up from the table and putting on my coat.
I am still saying ‘thank you’ walking backwards out of the drive, waving at them.
I am still saying it walking down the road, once they’ve gone back inside.
It is dark.
I try and write Carmella a letter in my head:
Thank you for dinner. Thank you. Please tell your tita thank you, too.
Also, thank you for helping me start smoking again.
How have you been since I walked down the drive?
I hope you’re okay and having a nice rest of your evening.
I screw up the letter in my head and throw it away.