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~The first time we spent an evening at that apartment in North Beach....... we both stood on the balcony with glasses of merlot in our hands and we stared at the lite up Trans America Pyramid that seemed like it was only a few feet away from us. We looked at each other in silence as P went on and on about this and that....... we both could not believe that a few hours before....... that we were at Jeff's and Erica's at the Sunset ....... trying to keep our composure while listening to her total BS.
~The Pear. Oh yes we saw that sign with a large green pear on Van Ness........ we stopped to read the flyer on the door. It said that a new restaurant named "the Pear" would be opening very soon. After that we were very vigilant. We waited and watched........ until finally it opened. That place was so divine. We went once by ourselves and then........ we took Mary Jesus..........well that was something else. We never learned. Take someone with "Oppositional Disorder" and who is also extremely misanthropic to any place that requires some amount of social skills and empathy for folks who serve customers......... you have a recipe for a fiasco or at the least........... some discomfort! The Blessed Mother's name sake was her usual "AntiSocial" "human hating" self....... and her behavior was proof of that. We never went back to that restaurant after that........ and it closed shortly thereafter. What a great restaurant it was. The decor was perfect....... the food divine and the staff....... cordial and professional. I suspect that after MJ did her mojo in that place....... something must have happened...... hmmm.
~Every thing I had........ she wanted. And she took it or was given it by momma. And when she took it..... she had a mean smile on her face. We used to have "cat fights". She pulled my hair and scratched the tops on my hand...... there are still little scars shaped like half moons. I never see her any more. I hope she is safe and happy. My sister C.
~I waited at the airport terminal and looked up at all the passengers that walked along the long passage way. Then I saw him........ tall and beautiful and he turned and saw me and I knew my Love came home. We could not wait to get into the car to drive off to our love nest. We never made to that destination........ at least not right away....... we found a spot not far from the airport and devoured one another.
~Sometimes during lunch time on a school day...... my friends and I would walk behind the cafeteria all along the Manoa stream....... to see how far we could get.......... sometimes we would go to far and end up at the University campus........ then we panicked and hurried back to school......... late for class. Those nuns just loved to hit me on my knuckles....... and I always fantasized about hitting them back....... but I never did.
~It was C's turn to wash dishes and my turn to wipe. I waited for her to leave the kitchen so that I could go in there get my chore over with. I walked into the kitchen to find out why she was taking so bloody long. There she was sitting in the sink with all her clothes on soaked and wet...... siting in the dirty dish water! I asked her why she did that........ she said that the water felt so warm and good...... so she just climbed in. I was 13 and she was 10.