I’ll walk to the mutton shop with high hopes for a leg of boiled beef. My son Charles loves the succulent bovine flesh - especially on All Saints Day. I would say this has something to do with our traditional Midwestern circumstance, but in the end I know that Shelly simply used to mince it up and sprinkle it in his baby food when he was a tot.
Maybe I will stop off at Meijer and spend half my paycheck in the gumball machine. Charles loves it when I bring him gum from the machine on our weekly visits. I wish I could say I would do these things for my son. I wish I could say that I won’t show up at Shelly’s place half drunk and half a person. But every time I go over there, especially around the holidays, it always ends in tears.
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