Favors and Old Friends
Wilmington, Delaware
I walked to the smoke shop. It wasn’t that far and I needed the exercise. That large sub weighed heavy on me and Angie was making mushroom ravioli tomorrow. Despite my vow to lose a few pounds, there was no way I wasn’t going to stuff my gut when she made mushroom ravioli. Sometimes I swore that Mamma Rosa left a little piece of her inside Angie when she died, and nothing pleased me more.
After a few blocks I hit Union Street and headed north, watching the drivers, impatient as they endured the traffic. I never understood that. They knew there’d be traffic every day to and from work, so why did they let it bother them? Another mystery for what had become life for a lot of people. As I crossed Front Street I thought about the days when this pla
