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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 28 of 307 through that window at least once a day and sometimes more if I'm eating my casgara sagrada like I'm supposed to. "You never told me about busting one of my windows." He smiled. "I never busted one of your .windows." I pretended to be offended. "Then who did?" He said. "Probably Old Man Winter. How am I supposed to know?" This is just my opinion, but I think of winter as being responsible for almost everything that goes bad. Relationships, the stock market, 9-11, Iraq. I mean, here"we are in summer and I'm blaming winter for this huge crack in that pane of glass. And the fact is that I believe it. Winter is just bad. Every winter I wonder why the heck I live here. Spring comes, everything turns green for a few weeks and I forget how much I hate winter. By summer, when everything is all dried out, my brains are too boiled for me to remember how much I hate winter, even though it is right around the corner and could easily be avoided by a tank of gas and a suit case. "Nan," Einar starts scraping at the desiccated puddy that's holding the broken pane in place. "This window was cracked before you moved in. You just never noticed it. You're the perfect tenant." "I like that my obtuseness has it's benefits." |