Just came from uptown–our library is having an Edgar Allen Poe reading Thursday, October 30th at 7 p.m. I must go to class on Thursday nights! The reading is for children, Adults Welcome (Poe?). I want to go so badly and yet I’ve never cut a class.
I look up to Edgar, sitting happily upon his brick above my screen, and it’s decided. Spanish is something I still have trouble learning. Edgar has promised to meet privately with me late, much later after class that evening. We’ll talk and understand each other then.