I’m well enough loved, but not too many people like me. But then there’s three year old Molly.
My foot path leads me past her parent’s apartment often enough, and she’s been screaming in ecstasy when I walk past since she was 18 months old. Her Mom finally introduced herself to me explained to her daughter, “That’s your friend Jay.”
Molly is at last really verbal these days, and she screamed at me the other day, “Why do have a straw in your mouth?” To the question, I gave a long answer about the Project going nonsmoking, as she must know, and my being a non smoker now, which she probably didn’t know. And her whole personality went quite for about three minutes while her Mom and I conversed pleasantly, and then Molly screamed, “That’s not a cigarette.”
Jayster
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