“I’m writing at a busy café in the park today, where rubber-necking pigeons stalk the periphery, occasionally swooping in for crumbs of scones and coffee cake. Hipsters sit in deep meditation with their canine companions while young mommies plead with toddlers to stop crying over spilled milk. A local crooner shrieks show tunes from a nearby park bench. A man wearing only tattered khakis and Birkenstocks waves his dreadlocks in slow-mo as he spouts spontaneous poetry from the sidewalk.
What better place for my heart-to-heart with SweetP’s spirit? A gray-haired lady chatting with the spirit of a dead bird will raise no eyebrows here. Eyeing the pigeons foraging at my feet (none of whom pay one whit of the kind of attention SweetP gave me, I might add), I jump in. “Okay, SweetP, talk to me. Did I do okay by you?”
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