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When Tina called and said, come over for a piece of cake, it was half a cake tin. She fed the neighborhood. And it was good. So was her mostaccioli. It was the entree of the block parties. Although I doubt Tina would use that word.
Rose was a cat lady. She found my wandering cat more than once. And took care of every stray that happened by. And paid for the vets. And really cared.
Because my house is next to Tina’s, I was one of the first to hear the ladies were selling. I was the one who got to see the looks of dismay on the neighbors’ faces when I told them. The end of an era. It won’t be the same without them. I guess it had to happen sometime. These were some of the comments I heard. The first words I heard from the buyer were: I suppose everybody hates me for doing this.
Margot Adler Wallace
