An Unexpected Guest

Sunday morning. Actually, Sunday noon. "Mike, um, Mr. G, there's a student here."

Anyone who read my failure story remembers KM. He been staying around here a few days now, with his old lady's folks, still looking for a job so he can get him a crib. He was on a walk with said old lady, in his red pajama pants and a red tank top. We chatted for a few minutes, I asked him to come by for dinner tomorrow, if he has the time. Told him that if he had a mower, I'd call him when the grass got long. We talked about jobs, the plaes he's been to look, and the responses he's gotten, all the same. We'll call you. And no calls.

 

I hope he comes back tomorrow for dinner. I'll try to cook something good.