It used to just be me and Zooker.
Well before I graduated college, married, divorced and remarried. Before I took a single ballet lesson. Before I began writing for newspapers. Before everything happened, I had Zooker. Before that, I was a waitress.
I was a terrible waitress. My tips didn’t fold; they jangled. I spent too long talking about books with the customers I liked and not enough time remembering who needed a refill on his iced tea.