it didnt help things that the waitress Shay Don’t call me a server I’m a waitress, a waitress, and I’m right proud of it; I’m a damn good waitress . . when I want to be. she was a card offered himhe repeated Butterballs when she asked how many he might need Butterballs Depends How big are the balls
she smiled an admixture of humour slyness cruelty made him think of bedding her They come in paper cups.
Two balls per cup or
Two balls per cup.
Which makes perfect sense
It does.
Scoop them yourself
I do.
The large stack of blueberry
pancakes three or four
They’re plattersize, three.
Hmm plattersize huh Think
Ill need sixeight butterballs
Ill fix ya up dandy . . ya won’t
be wanting for balls.
he rolled his eyes
she laughed
I cant begin to tell ya wha I
think
breakfast was delicious
returning to the table Shay
handed him the receipt and two papercups nestled together For you.
For me
For your balls.
My blueballs
Ifya say. Take a gander. there was that admixture going off in her
face again like Fourth of July fireworks
I will thank you
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