Sixteen point five miles in four and a half hours and an opportunity to spend my last forty-one dollars. Eleven for gas and thirty for groceries but by the time I got to Eddy's I thought I had thirty-five and we started talking and I started losing my count and then get up to pay while attempting to not write a check. By the time I get to the register I already know the apples are too much. Then I look up and there he is. I say both his names when I see him. Yes, sir. Then I remembered. The groceries but it's already over, it's ringing at over thirty-three and I look in my purse to pull out what I convinced myself would be thirty-five big ones but there was only a twenty and two fives. I hand over the check. I look like an idiot in front of him because I am an idiot. Crushing end to what could have been such a beautiful, beautiful story.
Today I am grateful that he called.
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