Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Fifty-Eight
Headaches.
Thick fog touching the treetops.
I forgot to take the quiz.
So cold by the window. Headphones on. Cup after cup of hot tea.
He says something about going to Costco. I groan a little.
Two for two today. Everyone is making free throws, and that makes all the difference.
He stops us and asks us where our team is from. Saint Helena, we say. He searches his mind a bit and then nods his head.
When we get out into these suburbs, the first thing he looks for is a Popeye’s.
There is no one at Costco at 5 pm on a Saturday. Strawberry-Banana smoothie. Arms loaded with plums, carrots, grapes, green beans, and cinnamon rolls.
I don’t even know if we have any eggs or baskets.