Banjo of Destiny

Banjo of Destiny — page 5
His father Albert had worked as a store window cleaner moving down the street with his long-handled squeegee and his bucket of soapy water He began work early and he finished late but he barely made enough to survive At night exhausted he would look up at the cracked ceiling from the narrow bed in his rented room and dream about finding some way to make his life better Jeremiah’s mother Abigail ran a hotdog cart She didn’t own the cart She just worked for the man who did Mr Smerge Mr Smerge complained if her customers used up the condiments Too many pickles too little profit he scolded At the end of each week Albert would treat himself to a hotdog for dinner loading it with pickles onions hot peppers and sauerkraut He thought Abigail had a nice smile but he was too shy to start up a conversation Instead he sat on a bench near the cart and ate his hotdog by himself One day Albert felt something caught between his teeth sorry he said He tried to work it out with his tongue and then hoping nobody was watching with his finger When he looked up he saw the woman from the hotdog cart standing in front of him She was holding out a little container of dental floss Albert said thank you and tore off a piece of floss I’ve taken more than I need What a waste I’m so