
THE SCENE: I was almost asleep when it hit me. My eyes popped open. "Did you put the Oil Down away?" I asked. "The what?" Keith replied, groggily. "The Oil Down. The stew?" I waited, blinded by the piercing blue glow radiating from my alarm clock. "No?" I shut my eyes tightly and shook my head. Keith always answers my questions with a question when I'm upset. "How long has it been out?" he asked. I didn't answer. "Is it still good?" "No." I felt tears well up in my … [Read more...]


























