"I wish you could have met her" he said, as we pulled
up to the stoplight, "she's classy."
classy? (I thought.)
"One time, my sister threw a party" he continued,
turning into traffic, "and she showed up
with a bottle of wine & some cherry cloves
...she's just so classy."
I leaned back in my seat and wished again
that I could wax nostalgic about