Take Out

Cleon came running after us, a take-out carton in his hand. Love take-out cartons. I pretty much always know what’s in them from the smell. Sometimes Bernie grabs an old take-out carton from back in the fridge and says, “Wonder what’s in here?” I finally came to believe he means it.

“Hey,” Cleon said, “where are you going?”

“Work came up, kind of sudden,” Bernie said.

“And those other guys – they forgot their take-out order.”

Bernie held out his hand. “I think I know who it’s for, Cleon. We’ll see that it gets there.”

“Yeah?” said Cleon, handing over the carton. Ribs in the special sauce, of course. “Thanks.”

We hopped in the Porsche.  

Spencer Quinn today at 2, Borders, Independence Mall, Kingston MA.


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One Response to “Take Out”

  1. Debbie LM
    3:36 am on May 16th, 2009

    Chet will those ribs make it to their destination or will you need to sample them along the way? Or are you their destination?

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