…and the chicken lost. Cluck! Yes, in the good spiritedness of if you can’t beat them then join them, Horsefly and I had Zaxby’s chicken fingers again tonight. I am content in getting them as a hot plate of food is always a joy to receive on a bachelor’s cold out of a can diet. It is like a salve to my troubled mind and yummy to my tummy. Charlie explained tonight that Horsefly gets very sick when he eats hamburgers. He can't digest them well and will throw them up in the car. Not a nice scenario that conjures up. Long Live the Chicken Finger!
Tomorrow is Horsefly’s late afternoon journey to the cinema in Auburn. I offered to take him for Charlie, but Charlie was fretting that it may get Horsefly off schedule and off kilter. Charlie is going to mull it over tonight and let me know in the morning. Charlie usually hires a friend of my mothers to do it, but I felt I owed Charlie a favor and I understand Horsefly’s modus operandi and language well. I wouldn’t mind taking Horsefly every weekend if Charlie would let me. It would mean dinner and a movie for me. What I owe Charlie for all he has done for me is more valuable than all the gold in the world as well.
“Be free around 4PM,” Charlie added as we walked outside to Charlie's car. “I will call you. If I let you go then don’t smoke in my Chevrolet!”
And believe me, Horsefly would love to tell Charlie we were smoking as we drove down the interstate in Charlie’s car. I can hear him cackling softly as I write this. What fortuitous drama to be had!