my friendship with elizabeth was born last summer over viennese coffee and scones on 83rd
street. i loved her stories, her expressions, the bow in her hair. this past weekend, we dropped
into cafe lalo for breakfast once more. this time she brought james, and we had a year of memories behind us. familiar conversation over croissants and iced cappuccinos, those bright windows
thrown open wide. the picture of comfort in my little world.