Thursday, June 26, 2008

The proof's in the peas


While I don't remember my little brother, Mikie actually wearing a tie at the supper table, I do remember us eating a lot of spagehetti and peas.
Mikie hated peas.
When my mother wasn't looking he'd flip the peas one by one onto the floor where they'd roll underneath the refrigerator. My mother never was the wiser.
Some years later when we were clearing my mother's house out, there they were, the peas, tiny little black dots under the refrigerator, the evidence of a long ago crime.

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