We were standing in line for coffee at
Rao's in Amherst. A. was a star. A lot of people noticed her, with her salmon-pink hat and yellow Ecuadorian sweater. There was a toddler who came up and pointed. "Yeah, that's a baby," her mom said. The toddler started grabbing for A.'s spoon. I smiled and the mom was good about pulling the toddler away and telling her that it was the baby's spoon. It was just a plastic spoon, I thought, nothing special.
I was there to meet an editor, to pick up a freelance writing assignment. She showed up while I was in line. I saw her looking around and motioned to her. She said, "Oh, I was looking for a baby." A. was in the carseat on the floor.
Rao's is known for their dark, robust coffee. It's the coffee lover's cafe in town. I had a cafe au lait and I didn't even put sugar in it. After the editor hurried off to her next meeting, leaving me with a story lead, A. and I hung out a little longer. I finished my cafe au lait and fed A. a little breastmilk from a bottle.
We walked over to
Amherst Books, where I talked to my friend Nat and bought a book I've been thinking about for a while --
Bill Bryson's Lost Continent -- and Nat told me that
the Lord Jeffrey Amherst Bookstore was closing. It was sad to hear, even though I've only really been in the store two or three times.