I wanted to do it right now, but  
she wanted to wait until Spring, and   
like I had any say in the matter, we   
finally decided she was right.         
     I really didn’t put up much of an 
argument, because I was too busy       
shoveling food into my mouth.          
     “What is this?” I finally asked.  
     “Chicken Cordon Bleu and my       
special sauce.”                        
     Her special sauce was to die for, 
and I told her that, but like usual,   
she disagreed.                         
     “Die for?” she said, and then     
laughed, “This’ll bring you back to    
life.”                                 
     “How would that even work?” I     
asked and took four big bites.         
     She went on and on about just how 
horrible a job it’d be, ending with,   
* “Of course, the salted crackers are      
optional.”                             
     “I don’t think that would work at 
all, even with the salted crackers,” I 
countered, and then asked, “Why do you 
have to put toilet paper up your butt  
again?”                                
     “I never said I had to put toilet 
paper up my butt,” she laughed, and    
that got us going round and round again
until our Halloween Patrol.            
     What we did after that is none of 
your damn business.                     











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