Kinko’s, 16th St and K St NW. My brother, freshly arrived from Chicago, is sending a quick fax. As he attends to the task, my cellphone rings.
“Paulo, this is your aunt. Where are you?”
“We’re at Kinko’s.”
“Good. Come over to the Embassy at 17th and Massachussets right now.”
“We’re at a book launching. Free dinner.”
We were there in five minutes. Mmmm, book launching.