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Making Do with No Pie
We leave the roadside, rough boarded, giant signed, world famous Rock City Cafe without having pie which seems wrong and unfriendly as if we’d besmirched generations of pie makers with blueberry-stained fingers for the sick reason that we were ‘full,’ but we stop at a worn out gas station to buy a Hersey bar which I unwrap and then snap off a piece for my husband putting this gift on the lid of his searingly strong coffee where I notice in minutes the chocolate melting and oozing so I take the lid off the coffee, open the car door, and lick the chocolate off the lid while holding it over the oil-stained concrete, a process which quickly becomes a metaphor for something lovely but I’m not sure what.
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W also stop at gas station shops where we have purchased ridiculously expensive snacks and horrible coffee out of desperation. During the early days of covid we travelled with a large cooler full of snacks and sandwiches due to our fear of entering any retail establishments. We did stop for coffee with masks covering our faces, and all of the other craziness when we paid.