Everyone Forgets Lepidus

There are so many great things about being back in the US. Seeing Harry Potter 6 with other English books, instead of being the English book.

And Dunkin’ Donuts. Wow, I love Dunkin’ Donuts and their amazing French Vanilla coffee. The smell of chocolate glazed donuts. The Neanderthal grunts of the guy working there. The amazing realization that after being tai peng le! for a year, I’m not the fat girl anymore, which is followed by the realization that most of the other patrons are hugely, massively, out-of-breath-walking-from-the-car overweight. It’s enough to make me a Krispy Kreme devotee.

And Stick. Somehow this sounds like paperbacks and coffee is more important than seeing Stick every day. It’s the long-awaited triumvirate of literacy, decent food and the boy… even if he did kinda slip in there in a Crassus or Lepidus kind of way.

We’re in the car, in the Dunkin’ Donuts parking lot when when it happens.

“Are you sure we can make it by ten?” I ask, expecting to be reminded that the MassPike is Stick’s personal Autobahn.

“You said your interview is at eleven.”

“If by eleven, you mean, ten.”

“And if by ten, you mean eleven.”

And that’s how No-Sense-Of-Direction Girl and No-Plan-Ahead Boy began their adventures.

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0 Responses to Everyone Forgets Lepidus

  1. Eric says:

    Oh come one,
    You cant just leave it at that?
    Did you make it to the interview? Did you get it rescedualed? where was it and what was it for?

    We need intel!

  2. Anonymous says:

    Hey, welcome back to the USA. I’m a long-time reader of your blog. – Bill

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