Waiting: Oncology

(Accompanying) Small, comfortable, the world outside forgotten; the best of a shit situation. Off-white walls. Pleather interspersed with floral fabric seating; a few benches / love seats / whatever; seating next to an end table readily available. A small television with big sound, HGTV, some beachfront prospective home (a steal at $1.5 million, personal beach of rocks and dirty water but the patio furniture is nice) not conducive to focused, close reading; magazine choices limited, Good Housekeeping, Men’s Journal (Matthew McConaughey turning over a new leaf or something) though signage was intriguing (TURN OFF ALL PHONES, et cetera et cetera). Art on walls, probably of Venice or a cabin in the woods or a balloon or a balloon outside a cabin in the woods in Venice; can’t recall. Yet to try the coffee, though it was, for first ‘go round (five years ago), my favorite coffee spot in town (along with the gas station about halfway between W and M); whoever made that coffee had the water/coffee ratio honed to an art.