When the month was nearly over and Husband was heading down for my last two days to check out the city which had the heart of his wife, Albert and I parted over Jägermeister shots at Cooter Browns. Where it began it would end. Outside under the watchful eye of a full moon, I hugged and kissed the irresponsible kid of a man goodbye. I told him I loved him and teary-eyed, mounted my bike and rode back to my rambling rented flat above the flat-headed cats. The next day Husband would be there. I would show him the city. And convince him we had to move to New Orleans.
Marisa Mangani is a former chef and a current kitchen designer. She writes, blogs, and open mics about food and life. Her essays have been published in Hippocampus, Expound Magazine, and Skirt! Visit her blog: www.misenplacememoir.