Pizza Express.

I enter the revolving door of the Pizza Express and note the turning resistance is higher than it should be. My sister, still recovering from major surgery, follows in the quadrant behind. As I enter the warmth of the restaurant, I look back to see the door stopped and my sister’s face contorted with the effort of trying to overcome static friction.

Later, during the meal, the conversation turns to Rock Hudson. She’s explaining how her girl friends couldn’t watch the interaction between him and Doris Day, in Pillow Talk with the same enjoyment knowing he was gay. I added that, to my surprise, my friend Ric had known, long before he was ‘outed’. Something to do with him knitting.

“I dunno,” counters my adorable sister, “A lot of sailors used to knit.”

After a short pause she adds,

“Point taken.”