The next morning at 2:00 am, Neil walks down Market Street, shoulders hunched against the ubiquitous fog. He has left Huck home with some walnuts to occupy him. He carries with him a stack of chocolate chip cookies, a banana nut muffin and four chewy, chewy brownies. These cookies have caused twelve marriages and stuffed the slumber of children with dreams so real, they wonder forever after if they had been true. These muffins have filled the residents of an entire Vietnamese village (now residing in apartments # 320 and # 340, Turk St.) with buttery forgiveness. Their ripe flavor caused the villagers to forget the disputed ownership over four rice paddies that had lasted more than a quarter century. They had reunited in a creamy outpouring of unity, bananas and enough calories to maintain
