Gumballs by Mike Prask
February 22, 2024
I looked down at Fay, who was again eyeing the gumball machine. While she did that, I glanced over at the door, plotting an escape, possibly before our gear was all the way loaded into the truck. She wasn’t even being bad, but it wouldn’t be the first time her behavior—or the risk of it worsening—forced me to flee a public location and abandon an adult obligation prematurely.
