Sometimes this meant Brighton Beach, solyanka in the shadow of the Cyclone. More often it meant midtown and the Balalaika. Fish eggs didn’t agree with Andi, or so she said, so when Ahmad and I went out, Jeanette’s daughter Dotty babysat. Dotty was eighteen and postponing Harvard to volunteer for ...
No cranks, no callers saying they’d ordered super not supernal, not even a wrong number. Leonard wasn’t worried, not at first—satellites blew up all the time, Neetsa Pizza always worked it out. He took time to catch up on the online antics of Sue & Susheela. And to ask questions of the Brazen...
