Last night I* caught up with L.** outside his house where I handed him a Costco box of oatmeal and his chartreuse Bakelite serving dish I'd had since before my exams when he brought me a lasagna in it so I wouldn't have to stress about cooking. In exchange he handed me a plate of pineapple upside-down cake he'd made the night before.
We sat on the short concrete wall talking for a good while. He said he'd been talking about me. He'd observed to his husband***, "Valerie doesn't really like to decorate very much, does she?"
"Sure she does," R. replied. "Her style is just different from yours. She decorates like a Mexican."
Mi casa es...
Mi casa es...
*white girl
**Mexican-American
***Anglo-American
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