May 8, 2003
Excited by this coincidence, I tugged the elbow of Mr. Calloway’s fleece pullover, but lost the words to address him properly when he turned to look at me over his right shoulder, keeping his hands wrapped tenderly around his drink. Upon seeing me at his elbow, he rolled his beautiful Hazel eyes and turned back to pour his longed-for attention instead upon his drink. I debated for a moment whether to tug again and decided instead to head to the back beyond the smoke of the pool tables to complete my mother’s mission. Maybe we’d chat on my way out.