All Paths…

Except the most Direct.

I deleted the number.

Thinking it was correct.

Stinking Thinking.

Gets me in Trouble, every time.

I didn’t memorize the number.

I’m waiting, patiently, on you.

To call and Collect.

Everything that is Yours.

In every Aspect.

Collard Greens, BBQ Chicken, CornBread and Fresh Georgia Peaches.

It’s what’s for Dinner.

I’ll save you a plate.

In sweet, nervous anticipation – of your arrival.

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