Sean and I met Zaca and Mercedes when they were our neighbors in Queens. When they came over to our house, I had flowers in my salad. He couldn't get over that. He loved it. Then, I served chocolate cake on a white plate filled with red rose petals, and Zaca took one of the petals and looked at me and ate it, because he was an artist and he knew I had let him see the artist in me.
He was a ballet dancer, and he was Brazillian. The way he draped a coat scarf over his neck was regal. My father was a ballet conductor, and I spent my childhood watching 19th century ballet. We took our life's lessons from the same story source. He was my ballet prince.