Lemonáda (The Missouri Review)
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She was gracious, nonetheless, inviting me to take shelter under her parasol.
I sat.
She ordered me a lemonáda.
For the next few weeks during that hot confusing summer, many years ago, this became our routine.
To read the rest of this personal essay, “Lemonáda,” about a summer I spent in Greece during a precarious moment in my youth, appearing in one of my all-time favorite publications, The Missouri Review, please look here.
