“What will you be having this evening?” he asked.
“I’ll have steak (medium rare) a loaded baked potato and green beans.” Jimmy answered.
Jimmy ate his dinner all alone like he had been doing for the past 13 years, but the food tasted better this time.
Jimmy thought of her, her long flowing hair, the way her lips tasted, their last encounter.
Jimmy waited and waited for the call that never came.
Jimmy sat in the chair and justice was served.