She was interviewing me
for the StarTribune newspaper.
She looked pretty great herself.
With a long string of Chiclets
around her neck.
"Why did you steal quarters
out of your mother's purse?"
she suddenly asked.
How did she know that?
It happened sixty years ago.
I had wanted a candy bar.
"We reporters know everything"
she said, as if reading my mind.
I decided to brazen it out.
"Your information is incorrect"
was my reply.
"My mother's purse had a hole in it."
She didn't miss a beat.
"Then why didn't you buy
her a new one?"
This was not the way
I wanted our interview
to go.
Luckily a shotglass
magically appeared
in my hand.
"Lemonade?" was my arch question.
"With gingersnaps?" she asked shyly.
"But of course!" I replied gallantly.
Afterwards we played
Minnesota Monopoly.
I let her win.
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