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The handwritten text on the verso page reads as follows:
April 4, 2011 7:05 p.m. "Do you want your caramel now?" I ask. He nods, not even taking his eye from the road. I unwrap the wax paper carefully, without touching any surface of the candy, a rectangular log. Using the wrapper as a glove, pinched on one side I hold the candy up for him. Keeping his eyes forward he turns and nibbles the candy off the sheet with his teeth. He laughs. "I don't want you to get any germs," I say. "I love you more than anything." And then I laugh at my own germphobia. (On the way back from cake.)
5 comments:
Roz, I'm really enjoying the mystery of your fake journal.
Glad you're enjoying it. Thanks!
Roz
That's so sweet about the sweets!
I guess in an OCD kind of way!
Roz
What a lovely scene . . . :)
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