“Jillian,” said Audrey, walking into my office. “I got you a gift.”
“A gift!? For what?”
“Just because. Are you ready? It’s just something little I picked up at the store.”
“Yep, I’m ready.”
“Okay, then open it!” she said, handing me a plastic grocery bag.
I untied the bag and peeked inside to find my gift. One ear of corn.
“For lunch tomorrow,” she explained. “Delicious!”
Delicious indeed.
Jillian Wyatt 