Breakfast out. No kids, no Margie. Juice, toast, eggs, bacon popping on the griddle.
Phone rings. My buddy, Jack: “Doc says bad ticker, Charlie. Six months, maybe less.”
“That’s horrible. We need to talk. I’ll call you back in one hour.”
“Margie, let me take the kids to school today.”
Tony Covatta wrote this story.
Messy
Yep. Unfortunately that’s the way I cook also.
Read it a few times and still dont get it.