Living Together
Living Together I met her on a flight from Florida to the west coast. She wasahead of me in line as we left the departure lounge. A bright orange dressand black fishnet stockings. It would have looked garish on a white womanbut on her it merely celebrated her café au lait complexion. Crabwalking down the plane's aisle I saw with pleasure that the seat next toher was still empty. I put my carry on and my alpaca overcoat in the overheadrack and sat down. The flight lecture was given. Drinks...