on wednesday yen and shihong arrive from cambridge, mass, with their new baby girl. losing not a second (julian: babies don’t have jetlag!) the even-fridays folks convene for a dinner at his. (yen: is this your place, actually your own place? oh darling that is so grown up.)*
much later, the dishes washed and dried, those of us left repair across the road to l’etoile. a rare evening, cool but unrainy. under the lamps the geckos peered lazily at us with our beers.
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