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All day long the sidewalks of downtown are full of flowers and flower arrangements walking around in people's arms. Big presents wrapped in boxes supported by two and three men slip in and out of cars and vans and stores. Must be appliances for Mama. Downtown is converted into a commercial temple to motherhood.
I've planned something first totally bizarre and then scrumptious for my mamacita. I meet her on the corner of 3rd and B, as usual, in the doorway of DAX. A bouquet of roses is hidden, tucked into my back pocket. We kiss and hug each other hello and then, just when (I think) she's decided I have no flowers for her, I surprise her by pulling them out of nowhere. She laughs and kisses me again.
"I didn't even see them! Where were they?"
I just smile and stuff her hand into my back pocket. She looks momentarily shocked and then laughs, "You menace (travieso)! You just want to get my hand onto your pompis (cheeks)!"
We walk up Revolution Avenue past the bars and shops and at 7th. Go into Chiki Jai for dinner. Spanish style cuisine since 1947. Delicious. I give her the ticket Max of Bibi's gave me last week for the free orchestral concert next week. And a card, of course. Maria seems very happy.
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