Lemon Trees and Dirty Streets

EdithEmily and I are in Seattle now.
She's asleep on Grandma Janet's chest, rocking.
Kenneth took us out for sushi the night before we left, two nights ago. Edie sat in the high chair while the elderly waitress hovered, making sure she didn't tip forward and bump her head on the edge of the glass table top. She brought a paper crane, a plastic dipping bowl. When Edie dropped one bowl, she brought another, and another. I offered Edie some pickled ginger, yuk.
We fed her mashed avocado from the avocado rolls.
We did not feed her wasabi, or sake, but enjoyed these things for ourselves.
Salmon, seared tuna, pickled radish, spider roll heaven.