I order shrimp tempura and a raspberry fizzle..Jasmine my server is thin
with short black hair and dark circles under her eyes..she leaves and I
resume staring out the window..two boys are struggling to get their sled up
the hill..I can see the traffic on Main Street negotiating the snowy
road..sudden sense of loneliness and doubt..ah, these wastelands!..Jasmine
arrives with my salad and soup...she has long, tapered fingers and a silver
bracelet around her right wrist..a scent of patchouli as she bends over the
table and I wonder what her earlobe tastes like..