2 november

The woman who just walked in is wearing a kind of draping that looks like a towel with a hole cut in the middle for her head. I had just such a cover-up when I was quite small. I imagine that it came to my knees. I imagine that it was a yellow, ribbed towel with a somewhat unevenly cut opening. I imagine that my sister had a blue one. These are the colors of our lives, for your reference. The high school I graduated from. The high school I taught in. The country I moved to.

This woman’s style is not post-pool chic. She is approximately 67 years old and is coming in out of the fall evening chilliness with an over-sized handbag and a middle-aged daughter in tow. I think it’s not supposed to look like a towel.