Eloise
I lay in Dominic's bed with him, wearing one of his old baggy band t-shirts, enjoying my Singapore noodles from my takeout box. Dominic is silent as he eats chicken chop suey, pausing to eat the occasional dumpling, myself to eat the occasional spring or salad roll. It is incredible Chinese food; better than any I have ever had. He told me earlier it was a little hole in the wall. Not as many people know about it as they should, but he likes it that way. Its the secrecy that keeps it good, he says.
We watch a movie on his television—we were fortunate enough to catch the opening of The Princess Bride. I didn't even have to ask if we could watch it; when my body twitched with recognition he took it as his cue. It's one of my favorite movies, I told him. I have never seen it, but I
