Andrew J. Lederer

There's no shortage of urine-scented people at Jack's 99 Cent Store.

(a gray, rainy day, which, nevertheless, did not remind me of England, being, in a meteorological sense, somehow, happier) with a girl I was frustrated by a few years back when she met my interest with an almost equal measure of elusiveness.

Later, her spirit was willing but my flesh was guarded.

She's leaving her job and heading off to India for God knows how long and our simultaneous vulnerability made for a rather fascinating hunk of interaction.

It was fun. And part of my program of tending to unfinished business now that I'm back in New York.

But while the woman in question was getting something, I texted Elise that I missed her.