dating the rodeo queen

Dating the Rodeo Queen

In a state of desperation he phoned up the Rodeo Queen and asked her out on a date.

“A date?” she said. “What do you mean?”

More time had gone by than he realized. He was being stripped of useful vocabulary.

“It’s part of the palm family,” he said. “Grows in the Canary Islands, the Middle East, Pakistan, India, California. It’s oblong and brown. It’s a berry, technically speaking. It’s–”

“I don’t think so,” she said. “I’ve got a plane to catch in the morning.”

And she hung up.

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