This morning I drove the old Mazda across town to pick up a friend for the boys, to get out of the house on a sunny day otherwise dedicated to chores, to help my friend, to make the boys happy. As we left the boy’s house, rounded the corner onto a private way, came to the next intersection, the car stalled and wouldn’t restart. Oh, well. What next. Considered, then tried pushing it to the opposite side of the intersection, worried about getting stuck midway, plan B. Called for a ride for the boy from the husband, called AAA, called the repair shop, bases covered, sit beside the road in the sun with the boy and talk about our adventure, he with his DS, me with my eyes and ears, then with our mouths we decide to break into the tray of Pillsbury Cinnamon Buns made by his mother, discussed over the phone as plans were made, lowbrow treat we both approve of and enjoy, makes the waiting sweeter for me and her boy, unexpected pleasure.
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