I really need you here
by Natalie Robin
I ate lunch at a Japanese restaurant this afternoon where I ordered from their brief selection of Chinese food and eavesdropped the entire time on a couple who were speaking Russian. The only words I actually understood were “Consumer Reports”, which made me realize that what I imagined they were talking about the entire time, the basis for which I was only gathering by inflection, was probably not what they were talking about at all.
The man in this binary party was in a wheelchair. This is the second time this week I have fallen in love with a man in a wheelchair.