the guy at the counter said, "why don't we keep the cigarette, and you take these two?" he pushed the coffee and the single banana aside, "then it'll cost a dollar and 86."
including the cigarette the due was 10.08.
"or," he said, "we can trade it for a child," "...yeah, bring us your first born."
i searched my two pockets for eight nickels. the thought of quitting made it difficult to smile.
