Laura
Hearing Stephen say he was going to treat me to a thirty-dollar burger and that he would not take no for an answer made me feel a bit sorry for him. Don’t get me wrong—I think it is great how he goes after what he wants, but I realize he misses out on seeing other sides of life.
“You got very quiet over there,” Stephen said to me.
“Have you ever done anything a poor person does?” I asked him.
He looked at me. “You mean like eating at a five-dollar burger place?” He smiled.
“I’m serious, Mr. Case. Do you ever like to go into a grocery store or even visit a street fair?” I asked him.
“Honestly, no. It is something that has never occurred to me to do,” he told me.
“Well, that is a shame,” I replied.
“How so?” he asked.
“You really are missing out on life,” I said.
“How is goin
