From Micro Bookends.
“Blueberry, blueberry, blueberry.”
“What are you doing?” J.P. asked.
“Studying,” Jason said.
“It’s that thing where you use letters and words to remember details.”
“Is it working?”
“Nope. It just made me want pie.”
J.P. had never thought pie was a luxury. He had also assumed that he would be married with kids by now, and thankfully that hadn’t happened.
When J.P. finished school they would buy so much pie. Right after they fixed the house and bought some new clothes.
“You’ll do fine. You always do,” J.P. said. Jason’s smile lit up the room and reduced the mountain of the problems to a manageable hill.