“You hungry, handsome?” she said to me the morning after as my bleary eyes tried to focus.

“Sure thing. Hoe cakes.” I replied, still trying to get my mouth to enunciate properly.

“What did you just say?” she quipped back, a hint of anger in her voice.

I rubbed my eyes, sitting up in my narrow bed. That had been a fun night’s adventure. “I said yeah, I’m hungry. Please make some hoe cakes.”

“Oh.” she answered, all cheery again.

Sometimes it was good to play all innocent. Continue reading →