I opened the door without looking. You know how you do, like sometimes when you answer the phone without checking the caller ID. Then a week later you find yourself helping a friend move to a fifth floor walkup on a sweltering July Saturday, or attending your grandmother’s poetry reading at the nursing home. It was like that. I opened the door without looking.
“Blessed morning to you, sir.”
“If you say so.”
“How are you today?”
The woman’s smile was determined, expansive. Maybe they gave out pills at Kingdom Hall. I wish this woman, Delores, would simply tell me so. She might get somewhere then.
“Delores, I’m gonna be real with you, I’m pretty friggin’ hung over.”
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