Moon
"Balderdash!" I say. "I bet his name isn't even Kim. And if it is, I can come up with a way better one for him."
"Balderdash!" I say. "I bet his name isn't even Kim. And if it is, I can come up with a way better one for him."
Quickly catching up, I grab his shoulder and turn him around. "Give it back!" I say angrily.
The rules are simple. You each put a raisin in your mouth, and the one that keeps it there the longest without eating it is the winner.
"Mama!" one complains to her mom. "She keeps looking at me!" "You keep doing weird things!" her sister snipes back.
It occurs to me briefly that this guy could be my wife, but I dismiss the thought, as her bike doesn't have the fat tires that his does.
Okay, I admit it, I was pushing that belly out like a German pushing his daughter out of the house when she turns eighteen; but I couldn't eat another bite.