Saturday, June 5


"So she sent you on another treat run?"

That was from the lady at the local convenience store just now.

Months ago, Marilee had sent me on a similar "treat run": "Just get an assortment". Not knowing what exactly that meant, I ended up spending twenty bucks or so on candy, candy, and more candy. That treat run's assortment lasted less than a week.

This evening, the conversation started out as it usually does:

"Do you need cigarettes?"

Yeah, I know, I know, I don't NEED cigarettes. It's a bad habit. It'll kill me. So will the Peterbilt with my name on it, what with the miles I drive.

"Yes, I need cigarettes. What do you want at Holiday?"

"How long have we been together?"

"Six years."

So I know what she wants.

On the way out of the house, I said "I bet they ask if I'm on a treat run."


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