You never know who that person is or when they will show up but be certain they will. When said person tries to tell you the reality of things; believe them.Mid-August 2009“You two are absolutely disgusting. I think I threw up a little in my mouth.” Mason screwed his face up at Lynn and I as we ate breakfast.I looked at Lynn and grinned. “He’s just jealous.”“Jealous my ass. No one in their right mind puts butter on pop tarts. That’s... I can’t even look at you while you eat.” He grimaced and turned his head.“Go to work then,” Lynn suggested. She took a big bite. Mason grabbed his coffee and winked at me before heading toward the front of the hotel and through the front door. Lynn giggled next to me, with her mouth full. It was mere coincidence that she and I ate our pop tarts the same way. It was unusual. It just happened to gross Mason out and became our morning ritual. He didn’t seem to mind that I spent so much time with Lynn but I also knew him and his patience would end abruptly.
