Later That Day After finding out about lice and going out of business sale
Edward Julian Watson took things for granted.
Edward Julian Watson was on his way home from Sunday lunch, driving in his blue Datsun. The oil light was on, flashing red.
Edward Julian Watson would stop at the gas station, close to home, he thought, as he ploughed through the streets.
But the gas station close to home was closed and he did not understand why. The gas station was always open.
So, Edward Julian Watson just drove his blue Datsun home.
And watched the football game on the television.
Becki was standing at the meat counter. In her yellow skirt.
“I gave you an extra half-pound,” John, the man behind the counter, said to her, as he handed her the package of cooked ham; wrapped.
“Thank you,” Becki smiled up at John.
“You deserve it,” John replied.
And Becki smiled at him, again.
But she wondered what it was she was so deserving of? She wondered if it was important; whatever she had done? And why was it so deserving, that it deserved this extra half-pound of meat?
Becki just stood there in front of the meat counter and Becki just plain wondered what she had done.
And she did not pay for the ham.
“Are you okay?" John’s voice finally broke through her thoughts.
And Becki smiled at John, one more time, but it was weak.
“I would be, if you could tell me what is the most important thing to be okay about,” she answered, as she handed him a five-dollar bill.
The oil light was flashing red still, as Edward Julian Watson pulled his blue Datsun out of his driveway. It was 10:30 at night.
Edward Julian Watson was going to see Becki.
After he parked his car on the stone driveway, and after he had grabbed a few of those stones from the driveway, Edward Julian Watson cut across some grass, to the side of the house, where Becki's window was.
He threw the stones at her window.
But Becki never came to the window. Edward Julian Watson had thrown five stones, so Edward Julian Watson cut back across the grass and he got into his car.
He noticed the flashing red oil light.
Edward Julian Watson would stop at the gas station, close to home, he thought.
But the gas station was still closed.
So, Edward Julian Watson just drove his car home.
And watched the football highlights on the television.
Edward Julian Watson had the suspicion that Becki had been home; ignoring him.
Edward Julian Watson took things for granted.
Edward Julian Watson was on his way home from Sunday lunch, driving in his blue Datsun. The oil light was on, flashing red.
Edward Julian Watson would stop at the gas station, close to home, he thought, as he ploughed through the streets.
But the gas station close to home was closed and he did not understand why. The gas station was always open.
So, Edward Julian Watson just drove his blue Datsun home.
And watched the football game on the television.
Becki was standing at the meat counter. In her yellow skirt.
“I gave you an extra half-pound,” John, the man behind the counter, said to her, as he handed her the package of cooked ham; wrapped.
“Thank you,” Becki smiled up at John.
“You deserve it,” John replied.
And Becki smiled at him, again.
But she wondered what it was she was so deserving of? She wondered if it was important; whatever she had done? And why was it so deserving, that it deserved this extra half-pound of meat?
Becki just stood there in front of the meat counter and Becki just plain wondered what she had done.
And she did not pay for the ham.
“Are you okay?" John’s voice finally broke through her thoughts.
And Becki smiled at John, one more time, but it was weak.
“I would be, if you could tell me what is the most important thing to be okay about,” she answered, as she handed him a five-dollar bill.
The oil light was flashing red still, as Edward Julian Watson pulled his blue Datsun out of his driveway. It was 10:30 at night.
Edward Julian Watson was going to see Becki.
After he parked his car on the stone driveway, and after he had grabbed a few of those stones from the driveway, Edward Julian Watson cut across some grass, to the side of the house, where Becki's window was.
He threw the stones at her window.
But Becki never came to the window. Edward Julian Watson had thrown five stones, so Edward Julian Watson cut back across the grass and he got into his car.
He noticed the flashing red oil light.
Edward Julian Watson would stop at the gas station, close to home, he thought.
But the gas station was still closed.
So, Edward Julian Watson just drove his car home.
And watched the football highlights on the television.
Edward Julian Watson had the suspicion that Becki had been home; ignoring him.
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