“Mmm…. I want some sautéed chicken.”
“What do you think I am, a butcher? I don’t got no chicken!”
“I’ll have to settle for something else then….”
Morris cursed his wretched luck as she lasciviously assaulted him.
The boss’ son was supposed to deliver the truck of ice cream to the party. It was a way for the parlor to network with the rich folk of Georgetown. But, quite naturally, the freeloading barnacle had ditched his duty at the last minute.
Meaning Morris could only get to the delivery after his shift ended, after he was practically begged by a lowly factory boy.
after
He was supposed to be taking Sissy to the country for a romantic getaway. Not driving a stupid ice cream truck to some stupid rich person’s party.
supposed
Sissy changed tactics and Morris swerved the truc
