Order

LaPlante, Ch. 1, Exercise 1 “Hi there, welcome to Starbucks on the East Side – how can I help you today?”  I was working drive-through again, my left hand on my headpiece and my right tapping the warped glass of the ancient-of-days computer, inputting our customers drug orders. “Large black coffee,” I heard a woman…

Our Game

I don’t know why I remember watching basketball with my father. We’d just moved from Texas to follow his job.  The move was abrupt, as they usually were. Still, it was good to finally be home… Saturday afternoon, after he finished his honey-do chores, my father and I left my brother to watch the game. …