Sunday, July 13, 2008
As the clean but wrinkled napkin lay before me I noticed it was a little wet with Sake, I waited a few minutes and sipped some more, every so often glancing at the four girls to our left, my right hand holding the pen and my left hand quenching my thirst. I showed them the drawing and they liked it, probably because they were art students also. Later Zartosht asked me why I didn't give them the napkin. I said that I always give drawings away, and this one I wanted to keep for myself. It was late, and we had more dancing to do.