My friend Madeleine comes over for lunch with a big bag of treats from Clarke’s on Kensington Church Street. David and Madeleine went to New York about fifteen years ago and stayed at the Chelsea Hotel. That’s as far as they got. They now occupy several apartments on the top floor of that venerable bohemian institution (or do I mean crazy old dump?) where David paints and Madeleine does various arts promotional things that I don’t fully understand.
We dine on red onion quiche, green lentils with lemon zest and watercress salad.
Well yes, I suppose I should.
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