Living with Lupus
Lover of Language, Cats, Tea, and Rainy Days.
- V+ Fiction Award Winner
Waiting RoomV+ Fiction Award Winner
Sitting in yet another waiting room, I learn that Adam Sandler is the director and producer of The Price is Right. Not that Adam Sandler, silly. Not the Big Daddy, ultra-rich but casually dressed Adam Sandler we all know and love.
Before Nina graduated, she dated a guy named Dillon. Dillon Yates. He lived just outside of downtown New Haven with his doe-eyed German Shepherd. It was a she. Her name was Maggie. She licked his face a lot and shit like clockwork in the rectangular backyard adorned with yellow grass. At night, she’d scramble foolishly up the stairs, her nails scratching up the already ancient flooring. Dillon had informed Nina that she was still young, just two years old. On her birthday, he put a party hat on her inquisitive, long face and drank a beer in bed.
“Cheers.” Will was holding out an unsleeved coffee cup, face full of pleasantries and ease. This was her first time meeting Will. Will, who was a middle school teacher with an exuberant, wide smile and a faded purple scar above his right collarbone. Will had ordered a matcha latte, not coffee. She insisted on paying, so he had contributed generously to the tip jar. He was gingerly uncovering his drink now - setting aside the lid bearing tufts of green foam.