I
remember the old College Restaurant, or the Campus Restaurant. Whatever
it was called. Downstairs and full of smoke. A crowded forest of
corduroyed legs.
I
remember going to her German class. The teacher scary. Jet-black hair
tied back. Wire frames and bright red lipstick. I might be making this
up. We watched a slide show. Rolling Bavarian countryside.
And then what happened?
I don't know. We went home. I can only imagine we went home.