I had homework to do, so I went down to the garden. They were speaking French there and I had to listen to fill in the gaps of the story.

I was with my husband. We were on stage in a television interview. They began to ask us personal questions and we both answered with ease. When it was over we embraced each other. I sunk my teeth, lovingly, into his shoulder. It was covered with hair.

We knew each other so well.

Everyone was preparing for the feast. Digging through boxes. Some had already begun to eat. I was searching for a menu.

A girl stood up and proclaimed, “You must take a Satori with you!”

I found mine at the clothing store. I asked the cashier for a Satori and she pointed to a tee-shirt with an eye-chart printed on it.

Satori.
I took it home.

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