I didn’t know what to expect from this chair. She was a vegetarian and I was decidedly not. Rather than trying to ram tofurkey down my gullet, she chatted amiably about the book she was reading and encouraged me to try anything that sounded good. I did and it was. We ended up having a lovely time, comparing stories about that stuck-up chair that used to sit in the corner at The Strutt and sharing some truly wonderful dishes. I’m glad I took the time to get to know her. We already have plans to get together again soon.
Looking at this empty chair, one would expect rigidity and formality, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Warm, convivial, and welcoming in every way, the Zooroona chair made me feel like one of the family, wholly at ease in the lush surroundings of the Mediterranean in Kalamazoo. Basking in the glow of surrounding lamps, the empty chair told me, joy evident in its entire being, of lush date cake and meats slow roasted in rich spice it knew was cooking in the kitchen. Generous to a fault, the empty chair even stepped aside when others asked to join my table.
The empty chair was quiet at first, as though something had scared it into silence, but its furtive glances made me think it was compelled to deliver a message nonetheless. At one point, it seemed as though it had worked up the courage to speak, but the server arrived and it immediately reverted into an uneasy quiet. If only it had been able to give warning about what was about to befall me…
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The empty chair was a little cool about my literary choices, but good company as soon as we broke the ice with a few sweet potato fries.