My courtship with T has been on the fast track and I don’t want to lose sight of the steps towards each other at the beginning. Like the CD I gave her with songs that had Fiona singing “I Want You” on it and driving up to pick her up at her condo right off St. Charles, the street car rumbling down the neutral ground, the big white house she lived in with the porch and big windows that were open and as I got out of the truck, I heard Fiona singing, “I want you” and then T popped her head out and leaned against the window sill and if Tatjana in anyway could have lent itself to sounding like Stella I could have hollered in the same beasty fashion Marlon Brando did in Streetcar Named Desire. Here is a photo of us on her porch much later (a month and a half if anyone is counting) – wow I miss her: