grace
while i was correcting the tests yesterday night, c. came to my table. he’s also a frequent guest at the café and he had been to the 200 lurkers concert at the connection back in february, and after the concert he had asked me about princess superstar, whom he had seen there and noticed that she must be one of my friends. i told him back then that she was just about to emigrate to canada, and he was visibly disappointed. however, since then he asks how she’s doing from time to time. same last night:
“oh, she’s doing very well!” i said “the pregnancy is going very well and they’re planning to call the child ‘phil’!”
he smiled.
“that’s good. you know, of course i don’t really know her and i just met her that one time, and didn’t even talk to her, but sometimes you run into someone, and they radiate a kind of… grace, and then you have this wish that they might just be happy. and it’s kind of good to know that she’s doing fine.”
