And How He Missed Their Meat
Paulie was back at work, and his mouth was fine, and there was no growth or mass or fear of cancer about himself. Instead of fear and concern, before him was a platter consisting of six chicken nuggets, and five dipping sauces. An array of different yellows, reds, and browns, and his favorite, Pea Tree Farm’s rendition of ranch.
He wasn’t sure whether the ranch dip itself was a product of Pea Tree Farms or not, or whether it was dairy-free or not. Not that this mattered, just something he frequently thought about.
He knew the drill. Next to the platter was a slip of paper that had printed on it a series of circles, and the letters A through D that he had been familiar with since his days in college so long ago. That, and a single, black-inked pen with the co
