So that’s where they went.
Rhiannon is coughing. I reach into my inner jacket pocket, grab a tube of cough drops, and hand it to her without looking.
“Take one of these,” I say, as suavely as I can manage.
“Why do I need a towel?” she asks.
I look down. I’ve actually handed her a tube of compressed travel towels.
“Shit,” I say helpfully, as I dig around for the tube of Hall’s I bought at Gas & Go.
I’d forgotten that I had those towels.
Add comment November 19th, 2009