"Opera Night"

We arrived at the opera house late, great gilded doors closed until intermission. Suffering dirty looks from dapper dressed ushers, we stood in the waiting hall watching opera on TV. I felt embarrassed by our poor opera etiquette. I looked at you, you at me, and a giggle rose from you, with a smile flashing like fire. Your arm easily looped mine. as we sauntered through the doors like queens into the cool evening; Air so open and glorious, and fresh on our faces, that we sat in the cab of dad’s rusty pickup, with windows rolled all the way down, drinking cheap wine exchanging kisses on the lip of the bottle in opera dresses. Aleathia Drehmer 2006 Published by Juice 6/07