“Oh, this is perfect!”
“Cool. And you call yourself a fan?”
“Well, I was busy on Sunday so I couldn’t watch,” I lied. Every flat screen TV had one of the ESPN channels on and the bar was full of men drinking and shouting to nearby tables. Matos!”
I looked up and there was Robbie with a table full of young people. At two a.m. “Well, hello there! I refused to be forty-two and living like an old maid. My three-inch pumps made their first appearance through the double doors. I felt it and played with it, and he must have noticed my face because he asked, “Is that what you’re looking for?”
“No, I’m making church fans, so I need something kind of heavy but not too heavy.”
“Okay, let me see what I can find.” He went back to his paper stack and brought out another piece of paper. had died so I decided to get some exercise and walk to Walgreens to get some batteries. He laughed. The lighting was dim and the smell of assorted delectables filled
