Well, He Asked

We enter the subway, far uptown. The doors close.
He: “So what is it, for you, about Elvis?”
Pause.
Me: “I am about to start talking and I won’t stop until we reach 42nd Street. Are you ready for that?”
He: “Yes.”

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4 Responses to Well, He Asked

  1. Erik says:

    I love this.

  2. sheila says:

    I mean, I won’t be able to answer that question by 79th Street. Gonna have to wait til 42nd.

  3. DBW says:

    Surely, this was just the preliminary conversation–setting the outline, broad themes, areas of emphasis, and so on??

  4. sheila says:

    DBW – yes. We would have needed to take the subway to Topeka in order for me to fully answer his question.

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