The man in the sparkly pajamas sat at the small iron table on the terrace outside the deli, reading a newspaper. He was waiting for the young woman behind the counter to give him an update on the Oxfords he requested. He sipped the coffee he bought from the deli. The deli did not sell coffee and the young woman had told him this too many times to count. This morning she sold him her own iced latte which she had bought from the cafe down the street. It was somehow made just how he liked it.

The young woman had taken to saying that the Oxford eggs had not hatched yet. they would be ready within a few weeks. She did not know what she would say in June.