Ode to the Black Prince
“You know that woman who came by herself?” said the vinegar craftsman to the server.
“You mean me?” I asked, revealing my presence, losing the chance to hear the next sentence.
Would it be that I was still there, hours later, sated with vinegar, recipes and stories?
Was it the story I told the young woman who made my pizza, of my travels seeking stories that bring peace? Her great aunt couldn’t marry a Catholic, not because of faith, but because of politics. Her cousin just married a Catholic, a sign of growing peace in Ireland.
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