November 8--Brassai, Lovers in a Small Cafe in the Italian Quarter. They made their own world there in the booth. Everyone knew that the Lido cafe was where you could find a bit of privacy in the hubbub of the city. Bernard and Chloe met there every Wednesday afternoon. The maitre d' knew them and kept their favorite booth available for them so that they spent no more time than the moment it took to walk from the bright street to the dim corner under the mirror. Chloe would arrive first. She patted her hair and smoothed her dress with fingers that trembled with anticipation. She fussed with her glass of tea and moved her pack of Gitanes back and forth on the smooth table surface. When he arrived Bernard slid into the seat crushing her to him, making her gasp with the strength of his embrace.
Somedays I wish I had a lover to meet in some out of the way place just for the thrill of it and then I remember that I suck at keeping secrets and no one could ever be a better lover for me than my Durwood. I was sure lucky to meet him that night on stage. Despite my random weirdness I really do appreciate you, Dear. Hey, I'm off to keep the world safe from scuba diving again today. I almost managed to repel all customers yesterday but one snuck in when I was finishing up my lunch. I'll try to do better today, and tonight I'll be staying late for a first aid class. It's past time to re-up. Adios.