Scene in a Diner

"Everyone wishes they could find the right words, imagine the scene in a way that would resonate with many people, tell a story, probably their story, for others to read," I said. "Really it's not easy and it's not fun; it's an endless battle. A lot of work."

"Yeah, what you do, making it look easy," she said between forkfuls of macaroni. We were in a diner, near to the bathroom. People constantly walked past, often asking if they were near the restrooms.

"When have you ever seen me write?"

She shoveled several bites quickly into her mouth, then said something I could not understand. A few noodles squirted out from her lips.