Most Saturday mornings, my husband and I wake up and trek over to Starbucks on Mass Ave for our weekend treat- For me, it’s a tall extra foamy misto. For him, a grande coffee. We make our java at home the rest of the week.
This Saturday, I was looking forward to meeting Ann. I had heard about her, in the papers and on the blogs. As I approached the intersection of Mass Ave, Vermont and Alabama Streets, her glowing body beckoned me closer (think A Christmas Story and “major award”). Sensual sways hypnotized. I was fascinated by her, really.
