Tag Archives: APOSTROPHE AT THE WHATELY DINER

The wait­ress has a hum­ming­bird tat­too behind her ear. She sings Volare, over the clank­ing and clat­ter. I sit in a booth next to a win­dow. I let the sun warm my hands as I wait for my soup and bread. This morn­ing … Con­tin­ue read­ing →