My parents used to live in Apartment 5E at 65-43 Parsons Blvd. in Flushing. It was tiny. One day, pre-marriage, Helaine and I drove in to visit.
I was in the living room watching TV when I decided I wanted a piece of fruit. I got up, walked to the kitchen, chose my peach and headed back.
Five steps in I stopped.
I turned around.
Ten seconds later I was back out of the kitchen, now with a napkin.
My mother looked at Helaine. She smiled. The deal had been sealed. It was now out of my control.