April 04, 2007
The weather is warm, so she had a short, deep purple dress on, and black heels. I could see her ankle tattoos once again. She wore a pewter rose on a chain around her neck. She also wore her black jacket in case the cafeteria was cold. She’s a sharp dresser. She is a thoroughly beautiful woman, but the most she will let me say is that she looks nice. Sigh. She looks fantastic. We had a nice lunch. Brought her a collection of early Le Guinn stories. She took it with her. I’m glad we have that in common. I also brought in a book I just got and read, a graphic novel from 1950 called, It Rhymes With Lust, which is not so much about lust as it is about power and corruption and the power of newspaper editors. It’s a great story, recently reprinted, but she passed on that one. Walked her back to her office. Not much going on in her life she says, but she manages to be busy with home, family. Hmm, family; if only, if only.