I stole his apple slices.
He brought me lotion when I would wake up paralyzed by my imaginary dry skin. Hands clenched in fists, all appendages up in the air like a turtle who got stuck on its back.
"Who said we could?
Dunn Edwards! (excitedly)
Who said we couldn't?
Mom. (said like a depressed horn)
And we continue to throw the football.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.