6- Meeting my Neighbor, Restaurant”New Mexico” with Carolyn

Dog is barking, stops when I approach the fence .
Carolyn, the playwright, and I have lunch in a restaurant “New Mexico”.

We walk to the library where we meet my neighbor (finally on neutral ground) a writer as well. When Carolyn asks him what he writes, he responds: “books”. I must have looked a bit dubious, I sensed that he interpreted it as my doubting his stature as a writer while I was wondering what kind of books he wrote.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tonight, back to Lawrence.

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