I had the most wonderful time with Michele this evening. We planned to have dinner across the street at Pepolino but we cooked together instead. Branzino with lemon and salt. Pasta with butter and parmesan. The carrot salad from Rigor Hill.
I feel so content with this friendship. I can speak my mind entirely around her – though there are certain things I do not say because I do not wish to upset her (and I do not think she wishes otherwise).
It’s pure happenstance. She ran into James and asked for his help moving some art. When he could not make it, he sent me instead. What ensued has been, so far, one of the greatest joys of my life.
To meet someone so entirely curious and knowledgable and honest is a true treasure. I feel lucky tonight. I am writing this solely for the sake of remembering. Oh how I hate to forget.
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