April 12, 2009
Hafford II: Larissa Shapko
I was walking past Shapko & Son Welding last night on the way to buy cigarettes. The Shapkos live next door to their shop. The youngest daughter, Larissa, who at 13 years old is a bit of a tomboy, was fixing the chain of her bike on the driveway. She stopped me.
"Hi," I responded. She knows my name's not Peter.
"D'y'wanna hear my dream?" She asked eagerly.
"Well... I dreamt I had a red plaid shirt with the words 'You Bastard' stenciled on the back. Like a baseball player. Then I accidentally cut my wallet up with scissors."
"Where'r'ya goin'?" she asked.
"To buy smokes at the gas station."
"Will you let me have one when you come back? I'll give you a dollar." Her hands were covered in grease.