two Stella's and no books   at some Italian restaurant the sun just about to finish its burning for the day clamor fills the air "i would suggest you allow patience. don't you think i deserve that?" the dad said to the little blonde girl his Stella Artoia Beer was past half empty "i like to watch the circles when i spin around." the blonde angel said    she abruptly leaps from her seat (which she was kneeling on) and commences rabbit-like pirouettes. clumsy and perfect. she spins and shimmies for about 7 seconds "da tralaa    seeeee daaadyyyyy? watch!" "okay enough now. stop that." he implores. she sits back down with with her golden hair and smiles as her young eyes twinkle while she nibbles on a pizza slice. she has a glass of milk while the waitress comes by-- "another Stella?" she asks the dad. "sure". "i wanna make a book!" the little girl squeaks. "making books. no. no. making friends is important. making books is not" he exclaimed. somewhere maybe 50 miles away or so someone was finishing a beer and eggplant parmesan sandwich and was ready to walk out into the threads of the night. -michael j tino 2007 back