Breakfast at McDonald s
Paul was sitting in his usual spot at his usual McDonald’s, reading the Morning News and eating his usual breakfast – a Sausage McMuffin with Egg, hash browns, two milks, and a large coffee that he would take with him to school. Paul was thirty-nine – still ten years away from middle age, he told himself – and alone. His brief marriage, to a sweet and lovely woman who turned into a cast-iron bitch before the wedding cake was stale, was far behind him. He had had a few involvements since, but...