we stood in line

at the Vancouver premier of The Two Towers. Earlier that evening, she’d testily defended her ambiguous sexuality. I drove her a little crazy; I had curiosity, and she always a curious creature. This I remember. And even know, here on my desk, I have a picture of her, sidewalk standing, reading, outside the window of the diner we once shared a space and time in.
Now she has an online magazine, and I like it. Isn’t that nice?