The dog waits for tiramisu; the woman laughs at a future that includes sharing it.
Mich
Aidan
Mich
the man brought Aidan his pasta then turned to me and said “come with me”
…?
points me to his wife inside the door who has a wheel of Parmesan, lights a pan of oil on fire, then pours it into the cheese with fresh truffles to make my sauce.
Yum.
Aidan
The cat judges the pasta; the pasta accepts this burden.
Mich
The cat knows; the dog believes; the shutters contain both truths.
