One day, I felt the need to go up to my local Jack in the Box, so I did. When I got there I ordered my food to go. As I was waiting a man began to talk to me, and I took a good look at him and realized he was my ex-lover Damian wearing a particularly horrifying glamour. He saw that I recognized him and smiled. They called his number, two Jumbo Jacks for here. He stood with his tray talking to me. Then he went over to the table by the door.
They called my number, I grabbed my food, and as I was going out the door, he grabbed my attention, thrust his tray out at me as though offering me one of his burgers, but I went out the door. I cried all the way home. I don’t know what path would have come to me if I had picked up one of the burgers, but I’m not Eve, and I don’t want one of Satan’s apples. Maybe my life would have been easier. Maybe I would have gotten dental help sooner. But at what cost?
