from this week in April, 1996 (I was 51)
Human Comedy continued
Is no cookies raisins in, said the grocer looking older
than he was. Good I said, I hate raisins
and he smiled at me. In fact I continued
I don’t particularly like cookies. I will
eat one occasionally to enhance the strength of coffee.
This last allowed him to resume his more familiar
demeanor with lips closed in a slight pout indicating
he had nothing more to say. He wiped his hands
on his blood stained apron as if to accept a guilt
that did not exist. I bought dark rye bread
opened it as I paid for it and ate a slice dry
He handed me my change without a thank you
and I left without saying goodbye. I love
transactions like that. Good bread too.
Communion.
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