Wednesday, February 16, 2005
favorite lines of the day
I knew he was a ghost. I touched your arm, but you merely rolled your eyes and said that it was too early for supper. That is how it has always been, between you and my ghosts, so I was not surprised. I merely agreed that it was too early for supper and added that I would prefer Vernaccia that evening. White wine does not hold memories as thickly as red.