I don’t she saidchuckling softly  I don’t know what that is.

he tipped his head sidewayseyed her like a small bird  Mothballs

she giggled  Yes.  Those.

You have no idea

None.

         If I may, balls are funny.

humour swept across his face I have to agree

                                           I own a pair  An moths too

    So what are they?

This tshirt patting his chest

                              it read SMASH RACISM in bold crimson letters and between the words felons hung from a rope  a fat pig pinata  beneath it a man shouldering a baseball bat readying to strike

This was from felons first term an afterwards  a keepsake  I put away in a storage chest in with sweaters an mothballs to keep them free of being noshed by larvae

    VOILA cunts returned

So as well  the tshirt

No, I didn’t know.  I feel stu . .

. . No no  Can feel ignorant but not stupid

                                             I imagine my expression threw you Ive not met someone who hasnt heard of mothballs

You can imagine my surprise

I can.

        But you’re old school so no doubt theres things you can tell me that would flummox me.

    obvious twinkle in his eye Woud you like to flummox

 

Gosh. returning his twinkle  You say the nicest things to me.

                                                              she smiledfantastic dimples  nodded                                                                        

that was unexpected      

1330,  Wednesday,  18  6. 25

0845,  Thursday – Juneteenth,  19  6. 25

Juneteenth  https://tulsahistory.org/exhibit/1921-tulsa-race-massacre/

Heather Cox Richardson  https://heathercoxrichardson.substack.com/p/june-18-2025-wednesday