Dinner with Julie
March 2017“Sounds like a long meal,” Julie said in a near whisper. There was a bit of worry in her voice, a reluctance to ask when that meal actually ended, but there was also a note of envy.
“It was an easy conversation. We had lots to talk about,” I added, although even then, on that wonderful evening, I couldn't say what we actually talked about. We just talked.
Julie stood up and collected our salad plates and disappeared into the kitchen for a minute. When she returned to the table, she was carrying our dinner, broiled chicken breasts, some small grilled halves of potatoes, and a side of broccoli tossed with sautéed diced onions. As we resumed eating, my mind went back to that night in 1985.
Telling this story to Julie brought warm memories back and the words ca
