Аннотация
I’m cleaning out my basement and I find a matchbox from a Chinatown Brasserie. That’s the last time I saw you, José. We had dinner with Ela Troyano. It was fun. It was lovely. I think I was staying uptown somewhere but came down to meet you. Gone are the days when I would arrive in New York City at all hours and walk in your front door and crash on your couch. Sometimes the visit had been planned, sometimes not. Your door was usually open, but I also had a key. It was comforting to know that your place was there, that you were there. That in this wild big city, this country girl could count on you.