Rave! Metro Diner...
Carla came home at 7am this morning when her
graveyard shift at the nursing home was over. She does a similar
health care job all week, another live-in position, so we don't see
each other very much these days. With two hours between jobs, and
before I had to leave for work myself, I suggested that we go to
Metro Diner. Both of us wanted the comfort of a hot breakfast, and a
little time together. As she fixed her hair, getting ready to go,
looking into the big oval mirror in the hall, I stepped up behind
her, pulling her close and burying my face into her hair at the back
of her neck. Breathing deeply, drinking in her scent, I slipped my
warm hands up under her clothes, pulling her even closer, lost in the
moment that I wanted to freeze in time. But the demands of the clock
broke my spell. So we straightened up and headed out to Metro.
Carla snuggled into a warm booth, wrapped up in a
new, used coat from Goodwill. Basically a comforter with pockets.
Perfect for a chilly morning. She got a huge plate of Southern style
biscuits and gravy with a fresh berry lemonade. Her drink dripped
cold sweat rings onto a napkin as the waitress served me my Eggs
Benedict, one with crab a cake, one with steak. The home fries were
topped with green peppers, onions, and cheese. Everything was cooked
perfectly, the poached eggs releasing their liquid yokes with the
first stab of my fork. Our waitress couldn't have been more friendly
or professional, my coffee cup never got less than half full. It was
just so good to be able to sit and talk. I've always been proud of
the fact that even after 36 years of marriage, when Carla would come
home at three in the morning after work and slip into bed next to me,
we could talk for hours. I want, need, to hear her voice, share our
feelings and thoughts, both of us excited to be together. That's what
we had this morning in that booth, accompanied by great food,
excellent service, and an overall blanket of much needed
familiarity... like air to a person who has been underwater too long.
Many thanks to Metro Diner for the hospitality, an
exceptional breakfast, and the privacy of a warm booth to share with
my favorite person on this planet. I had been starving for all of it.
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