Thursday, August 15, 2013


As I'm arriving home from work, Tommy and Wesley are coming down the stairs in their nicely pressed outfits, carrying their luggage.

"We're driving out straight after the wedding, so we're not coming back here afterwards, " Tommy says, "but thank you for letting us stay with you. I'm going to mail you a present."

When I demur, he explains, "Well, I ate all your salt-water taffy."

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