Overheard and written on the 512 streetcar eastbound
He repeated it like a mantra. Over and over he parroted the line a la Travis Bickle. Ben knew he’d only have one chance to say it, Steve Borquist wouldn’t hand anything over if he hesitated, or repeated. He’d think it was his stutter. No, he needed the food.
“You want your lunch you have to pay for it.”. That’s what she’d said. He hadn’t seen her in two days. He was supposed to be grateful for the cereal bars she took out of her hoodie’s kangaroo pouch. If he was a baby maybe he could have fit in there and she would be ale to take him with her. She said he was too overgrown now, didn’t even need three meals a day. That’s not what the school nurse said the time he fainted in gym class from doing laps.
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