We would sit across each other , you would look suspiciously at me 'you came all the way to see me', you would say in that sweet dulcet tone 'I came all the way to see you, from the country without a post office', I would blurt out and then immediately regret quoting you to you I would examine the wrinkles of your face, expecting you to say 'you fool, go away, don't quote me to me, so much of a cliche' but instead you would smile and say 'father said you write' I would mumble and you would say, 'you might write but you can't speak except, it seems in clich és' I would flush and you would smile and say that's ok we are all allowed to be fools in our own way you would order a Miller lite I would stick to a Virgin Cuba libre, (with diet coke ple