Mother’s day. Dialogue.
Mother: For me? Oh, what a beautiful, beautiful orchid. Thank you [kisses Son]
Son: [kisses M. back] You’re welcome. So you like it?
M. Yes, it’s a gorgeous plant. Do you know how these are called? Phalaenopsis. Remember we used to come to the Orchid Shows when they were @ the old Financial Center’s Palm Court?
S: Yes, that’s why I chose it.
M: You’re so thoughtful, thank you
S: Sorry I am late, I was @the flower shop selecting a plant for you. So, you do like it?
M: Very much. [kisses S. again]
S: Good. Come with me here, where is more light. [takes out his i-phone]
M: That’s OK, I don’t need a picture, I have your present right here, it will be cherished.
I realized my mistake almost immediately, but it was too late to turn back. The light paving materials, steel rails and fencing on the elevated platform were melting in the noon heat. But we were determined and so – soldiered on, from 14th street all the way to 31st. Admired the wild grasses and masses of bright flowers; the gleaming oiled wood of the exquisite benches, that grew up and down, like raised railroad ties; the sudden observation amphitheaters and bridges, the restaurants, spicy Mexican ice cream carts and cafes. We talked. We discussed the currencies market, the footbridges of Singapore, the music gizmos for IPhone. We gawked at everything. The dogs and their people. The condo towers, facing the HighLine with their 3rd floor luxurious living room windows. The vistas. And finally, we came to the dead end of the tracks, with its last island of relaxation before chain-link fence. Exhausted, we descended onto the burning street and dived into the closest Starbucks, for Lemonade and Iced Mocha.
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