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"No tip unless you tell us," Luther said, but she kept her secret. We were still talking when we realized the restaurant was closing. He introduced me to two friends still at the bar, both of whom were named John. He peered into the back of my car and mentioned something about the dog food there. "Who was it you said said, 'Man wants but little here below, but wants that little longer'? The date was like an island you stumble on with a stranger, and you spend a few pleasant hours together there, but you can never find the island again. And then oh God, I suddenly remembered waiting for a glimpse of my first serious crush, Tony Wallace, as he drove up or down the hill outside our house. I swear I could hear his car coming 40 miles away, and I'd rush to the window hoping for a glimpse of his elbow sticking out the driver's side if he was driving up the hill, or a girl in the passenger seat when he was driving down.
I kept wanting to lean across the table and kiss him. "I'd love to do this again," I said, and he said something I didn't hear because I was opening the car door. Either way I was filled with love and longing, an ache that was almost pain. " Abigail Thomas is the author of A Three Dog Life (Mariner) and Safekeeping (Anchor).
(I never forget what I have.) We talked about making things, we talked about how he began a sculpture, "with a gesture," he said, swooping his arm in the air.
We talked about what he did after the gesture part was over, and what he did was a lot like what I do with writing, figure out what it's all about by heading off in different directions, and it was all very exciting. We looked out the window at the creek, the shifting patterns of dark water and thin pale ice, and the flat rocks on the bank.