He gives me a great big hug, this chubby enthusiastic third grader. ‘Hey!’ he steps back and points at my sweater. ‘Did you get that from Marsha?’ I respond. ‘Marsha? Who is Marsha?’
‘You know…Marsha!’ He looks at me long and hard. ‘You smell like Marsha’. I think about this for a minute. ‘Marsha. Do you mean Marshalls…the store Marshalls?’ He continues to look at me. ‘Yes. Marsha. Did you go to Marsha’s?’
I respond. ‘Actually I got this sweater at Amazon’. ‘Huh’ he grunts. ‘Well, you smell like Marsha!’.
It’s a circular firing squad, this afternoon…
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