Short stories, novels, and other stuff by Byron Lehman
“Why don’t you open the car door for me anymore,” she said.
“My car has a center consul,” he said.
“You know what today is, don’t you? she said.
“No,” he said.
“Thirty years ago today we had our first kiss,” she said.
“Yeah,” he said, “I licked the mustard off your chin and you went for it.”