2022, a crowded Brooklyn restaurant
My friend asks not me but my mother, who sits next to me:
So, why does Emma love dogs so much?
And I’m tickled to have my present and past meet in a swirl of curiosity and love.
I speak too fast to let my mom answer, though now I’m curious what she’d have said.
A scene fills my mind’s eye and mouth, in that cocktail way. There’s a deluge of smells and pictures, pleading to become words. The memory is of Chelsea, my Jack Russell terrier—
1994, a bedroom in West Hartford, CT
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