“Come on!” I said, excited. “That maroon Cadillac out front is just some stranger who broke down.”
George brought me the sodas and the big bag of Fritos. I thanked him profusely. He had made my day. My friend Liz calls these “little joys”. Next? Mom is bringing Arby’s and two Cokes from the pharmacy. More little joys. Maggie is already sitting in the front window whining – knowing our Monday night routine. Mom is her second favorite person behind Charlie.