Suzanne: A Drive in the Country and Meeting Eileen
On the first Saturday in November, Annie and I picked up the car and drove to Beacon, one of those Brooklyn-on-the-Hudson towns you read about in The Times. And we had fun wandering about.
While we sat at an outdoor table finishing our lunches—salad for Annie, a burger for me—Kerry texted:
{Kerry: Hey. Are you on the road today?}
{Suze: Yeah. Annie and I are just finishing lunch in Beacon. What’s up?}
{Kerry: Nada. Just bored. I always get depressed when I remember we’re gonna change the clocks and it gets dark early.}
{Suze: Think of how we California sun-worshippers feel!}
{Kerry: Bullshit. You come from San Francisco and wouldn’t know the sun if it slapped you across the face.}
{Suze: LOL. Gotta go. Annie is getting jealous.}
What? Am I flirting?
{Kerry: Good thing you don’t have pictures of me to show her. Then she’d really be jealous!!}
{Suze: How do you know I don’t????}