(for Charlie and Melissa)
Right away, boss...
I don’t think we’ve covered that one.
50 degrees out?
No thanks, I can hold –
Ooh, is that the ice breaking up?
I will chase it into the next county
and shake it until it is dead
and carry it softly back for you.
Where is all the food from the fridge?
I believe there might be a bit left
under that cushion.
I love everyone!
But most especially you, boss.
And your bed.
Yes, I do need that much of it.