Come Here

[dropcap]C[/dropcap]ome here,” she screams. “Help me bring the groceries in.”

“Okay,” I say.

“Right now, please.”

“Wait until a commercial.”

“A commercial?” she shoots me the bird. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Wrong?” I ask. “If Steel Magnolias is wrong, I don’t want to be right.”

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