Apparently I don’t always pay close attention to what I say or what is going on around me. The old one had a small box in his wallet that intrigued me. I asked what was in the box and his response was that I had asked this before and he wouldn’t tell me. So I tried to remember. I asked: “Condoms? Little screw drivers? Game pieces? Springs?” To say that I became slightly obsessive might be an undersell. I texted him, “Hey, what’s in the box?” a million and two times. I nattered at him while we were hanging out or driving, asked him if we were on the phone, asked about it in the context of any conversation. In short, it became a game. Of course, the step-monster, house giant and the middle child had to pipe in. Step monster asked :”Magic Beans? One ring to rule them all? Gloves? Face mask? Detonation codes? “ Middle child We took turns haranguing the poor guy. “Is it jellybeans?” He responded with pictures of a huge box of gloves in his wallet or a huge box of tissues, but never told me again. He won.
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