Oh, Denise – is it you? I thought I’d lost you. Denise’s Antojito’s closed down and you disappeared. Your image became fuzzy,
but I never forgot you. And then lo, I was driving along 3rd Street (was it 3rd Street? So fleeting and my mind plays tricks these days) and there you were on the front of another snack bar:
Sure, your hairdo was different, and you had a bit of a brighter smile and more youthful appearance, and the store wasn’t named after you, and…
Okay, maybe it wasn’t you after all. Oh Denise, will I never find you again?