Sinister: but now old friends are acting strange

[Kirsten Kenyon]

    sorry to post again so quickly.  but i don't have anything better 
to do.  
    
     you're laughing at me...
    
     heh. 
      today at work, the music was better than most days.  i can't 
say it was great, but it was....better.  well.  some of it was 
great.  
    'imagine' came on, and i was standing behind the counter and 
wiping salt and pepper shakers, and eradio was warming dinner rolls a 
few feet away.  i heard him sort of laugh in a way that suggested he 
was laughing only to cover up an entirely different sort of noise, 
and i looked up and his eyes were welling over with tears, and he was 
hastily shoving the rolls into the toaster oven and looking down. so 
i looked down. and he said something quietly in spanish, and i looked 
up again.  he looked back at me. and he spoke again. the song...it 
reminds him of his wife in mexico, of sitting and drinking wine and 
watching her laugh.  that's what he said, anyway.  and he opened his 
eyes very wide and then rapidly closed and opened them again a few 
times, then went back to work.  and i thought of him....coming here, 
to america, and working in a kitchen to support his wife, a woman he 
hasn't seen in three years.  and i pictured a young mexican couple, 
looking happy....drinking wine and singing along to 'imagine.'  and 
eradio's english isn't that great.....he probably didn't know all of 
the words.  but i can just picture it, the two of them in little 
wooden chairs, smiling and holding hands and raising their 
glasses.....
   so.  i was sitting there thinking too hard, and i knocked over a 
salt shaker and spilled it everywhere.  and someone reminded me to 
throw some over my shoulder, and i smiled but i didn't do it.  i'm 
not quite superstitious.  when we were very young, someone told my 
brother and i that we would have good luck for all our years if we 
could get close enough to sprinkle salt on the tail of a sparrow.  i 
remember sitting by the kitchen window and watching with amusement as 
david crept around the yard, a can of morton salt in one hand and a 
catcher's mitt on the other....because if he could get close enough 
to salt the bird, surely he would be within a reasonable distance to 
grab the bird itself, which was far more exciting.  he never did it, 
though.  
    i think it's funny how we sort of...switched, in a way.  not in 
terms of superstition....but.  well.  maybe not.  i think i'm still 
reasonable.  maybe he just became more....
     he thinks i'm insane, which is sort of fun.  
     things are looking better than ever.  and i'm off to take a nap.
 love kirsten


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