In the office Margaret keeps telling me that Kevin is a stitch, but I haven’t had a chance to talk to him often enough to see his fun side firsthand. Today I did. When Kevin came up to the kitchen to get some soda, I asked, “You haven’t forgotten about the rum cake in the refrigerator, have you?”
He replied to my question, “I never forget about desserts.”
“I didn’t think I did, either, until I found a stash of chocolates one time,” I said.
He claimed, “I would NEVER forget about chocolate. I remembered about the Halloween candy from last year.”
“What about it?”
“It was locked in the little home safe we have,” he replied. I thought that was a bit extreme but didn’t say so.
“We just found the key for it.”
I asked, “Did the children remember?”
He said, “I don’t know.”
I thought about the ramifications of that for a moment and asked, “Have you been eating it?”
“Of course,” Kevin said. “They don’t need it because they now have a new supply from this year.”
I laughed delightedly at this frank revelation and said I would have done the same thing. He is a man I could see eye to eye to.
I said, “You may OD on it one of these days.”
“There is no chance of that,” he said. “There isn’t much left.”
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