We always agree to meet up at least once a month. It never happens and two, three, six of them go by before the timing is right.
Meet up on Mulberry street, eating dinner in the slightly warm restaurant, across the street from the one that still contains bullet holes from a gangster feud over 70 plus years ago ( or is it 80? I forget). Head down the street to the little cafe that I always go to for cheesecake as it's a special treat for me. Plus I love how the owner has been sitting outside, on the same street for forty years.
It's nice to be remembered by someone like that who has seen so many souls pass by. He has seen me in there a few times before.
" How was dinner? You like? You getta pasta?"
" Yes it was nice."
" I have a nice cake for you, you like, on me."
I get cheesecake. She gets pistachio gelato and some of the nice cake.
Conversation veers off into the realm of how we ended up in the places we are in our lives now. The importance of being able to face your demons head on as much as you can.
" You know, I knew a woman once who said " I want it to be that when I dream I can have a face behind it' and I told her, you never see faces in dreams." she remarked.
That's true most of time. The handful of times I did see a face it was of the ghost with the broken nose. And he was staring at me saying nothing. Which usually coincided when I wasn't writing enough.
Meanwhile the owner bid us farewell, he was supposed to leave a half hour before but he promised the next time he saw us he would have another cake made up.
"Ciao now, goodbye!"
I enjoyed my cheesecake, she enjoyed her ice cream and the nice cake.
And we both enjoyed the conversation.
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