“I’d like a pork pie,â€ I said to the old man behind the counter.
“We don’t have any more today,â€ he said. “We have chicken now. That’s it.â€
“Then I will sit here until you have pork pie,â€ I said.
“We are closing in fifteen minutes,â€ he said.
I looked at him. I reached over the counter and tried to put my finger on his face, but he slapped my hand away before I got close.
“May I kiss you?â€ I said. “Open mouthed? It is my goal to kiss men with terrible teeth and ugly tongues open mouthed.â€
“Get out,â€ he said. “We are closed now.â€
“I have ten more minutes of this,â€ I said. I took out a gun, and I took out a knife.
“This gun is from the war,â€ I said. “And this knife is from the war, too. First, I brought another kind of knife to the war, but soon I found it wasn’t strong enough for the kind of work I was doing. So I got this knife. This knife held up great in the war.â€
The knife was black-so black it could have been wrapped in magician’s velvet.
“This knife would hold up great in you,â€ I said. I showed the old man the knife. I gave the old man the knife.
“You take the knife,â€ I said. “I can let you have it because I still have this gun from the war.â€ He held the knife. I pointed the gun at him. I drifted around the storefront.
“Now, let me give you the gun,â€ I said. I gave him the gun. “You have the gun and the knife.â€
“Get out of the store. We are closed,â€ the old man said.
“I will not leave until I have a pork pie,â€ I said.