Come, let us pity those who are better off than we are
Come, my friend, and remember that the rich have butlers and no friends
And we have friends and no butlers.”
I woke to the change in the engine pitch and the fasten seat-belt warning. We were approaching our destination. By that time the light through the window was turning warm gold as it declined behind the Pacific Ocean. The water below was a dark satin sheet. I thought of palm fronds and her milk white teeth.