May 8 11 AM

Waiting for Franz

I got out the painting I promised him. The big yellow one, a last in a series, one that was no longer working.

He could have it to play with I told him

I hung it on the wall.

Now I sit in the futon sofa, next to the cat, waiting for Franz to arrive.

I brought his blue ballpoint pen and grey sketchbook.

And his red Romeo y Julieta baseball cap.

I'll wait for him to get here, then I'll go my own way so he can go his.