I go early to the Paris Bakery to meet a friend for coffee and conversation. I secure a bigger table and sit with my coffee and roll. Slowly I read the paper and fend off glances of people who want my table. It's too big for one person. But I am waiting for my friend who is not showing up. I read slower and slower.

Finally my friend comes. She thought we were meeting later. a misunderstanding. we drink coffee and talk for an hour. My bottom has fallen asleep. Too much sitting in a chair.