Hi, Doll! How are you feeling today? You look gorgeous! I swear! You are the only one I know who still has the hair of our youth. Thick and, what's it called? Lustrous. Yeah, that's it. All shiny. But you never did color it all the time like the rest of us, did you? Maybe that's what's paying off now.
Look what I brought? A loaf of that cinnamon raisin bread you like. And even a tub of that cream cheese frosting. We feast today for sure! You can eat this can you? Okay! You know what this reminded me off? That loaf your aunt made. The one with all the brown sugar kind of gooshing out of the sides and making the edges all burnt and crispy. Remember that? Remember that time we snatched a loaf and brought it down to the lake even though it was freezing out?
We hiked through the dunes to the float all up on shore and we sat there for what? Hours it seemed like. Didn't it start sleeting or something? Those damn ducks. I always wanted to tell you how much that day meant to me. And I always wished I had told you about what Kevin What's His Name told me.
Here, let me help you with this. Anyway. Remember that black and white lacy bathing suit you had what in oh, freshman year? God how I wished I had the boobs to carry off a suit like that! Even I thought you looked as sexy as the queen of Sheba in that suit. Well, one time we were out here and had just swum in from the float. Remember how gross the bottom was back then? You were all wrapped in towels like usual. And the wind kicked up a bit and for a second there we all saw your legs. All white and round and not one speck of sand on them. Well, Kevin What's His Name let out this kind of little sigh and turned away really fast.
Man, I asked him what was wrong and, I swear he said your legs just drove him crazy. Really! He said especially that beauty spot you had on the top of your thigh. Is it still there? He said, and I swear he did, that he wanted to just roll over to you and kiss your leg right smack on that beauty mark. True! Then he kind of sighed again and made me swear never to so much as mention it to anyone. And I didn't. But I never figured out he thought to trust me. I mean he knew we were friends, right? Maybe he secretly wanted me to tell you. Should I have?
Well, so I hadn't thought about that day for years and years until I saw this raisin bread at the grocery. It's not crispy like your aunt's, of course, and there's no damn ducks. But talking to you has always been special to me. Kind of centered me I guess. So I wanted to tell you and bring you some. I know things kind of suck right now and, let's face it, we don't have a whole lot of sleety days on the float anymore. Right?
Here let me get that. No, it's no trouble. We're friends right?
Look what I brought? A loaf of that cinnamon raisin bread you like. And even a tub of that cream cheese frosting. We feast today for sure! You can eat this can you? Okay! You know what this reminded me off? That loaf your aunt made. The one with all the brown sugar kind of gooshing out of the sides and making the edges all burnt and crispy. Remember that? Remember that time we snatched a loaf and brought it down to the lake even though it was freezing out?
We hiked through the dunes to the float all up on shore and we sat there for what? Hours it seemed like. Didn't it start sleeting or something? Those damn ducks. I always wanted to tell you how much that day meant to me. And I always wished I had told you about what Kevin What's His Name told me.
Here, let me help you with this. Anyway. Remember that black and white lacy bathing suit you had what in oh, freshman year? God how I wished I had the boobs to carry off a suit like that! Even I thought you looked as sexy as the queen of Sheba in that suit. Well, one time we were out here and had just swum in from the float. Remember how gross the bottom was back then? You were all wrapped in towels like usual. And the wind kicked up a bit and for a second there we all saw your legs. All white and round and not one speck of sand on them. Well, Kevin What's His Name let out this kind of little sigh and turned away really fast.
Man, I asked him what was wrong and, I swear he said your legs just drove him crazy. Really! He said especially that beauty spot you had on the top of your thigh. Is it still there? He said, and I swear he did, that he wanted to just roll over to you and kiss your leg right smack on that beauty mark. True! Then he kind of sighed again and made me swear never to so much as mention it to anyone. And I didn't. But I never figured out he thought to trust me. I mean he knew we were friends, right? Maybe he secretly wanted me to tell you. Should I have?
Well, so I hadn't thought about that day for years and years until I saw this raisin bread at the grocery. It's not crispy like your aunt's, of course, and there's no damn ducks. But talking to you has always been special to me. Kind of centered me I guess. So I wanted to tell you and bring you some. I know things kind of suck right now and, let's face it, we don't have a whole lot of sleety days on the float anymore. Right?
Here let me get that. No, it's no trouble. We're friends right?
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