“So
Difficult,”
He
Said,
In
A
Lilting
Voice
Of
Dread,
“To
Get
A
Fresh
Croissant.
The
Whole
Area
Is
Dead.”
Hmmm.
He
Craved
Bread?
Growing
Gaunt,
And
Was
That
All
He
Might
Want?
“Well,”
Said
I,
“There’s
A
Place
Near
Me
You
Might
Try.
You
Should
Drop
By.”
I sipped
My
Drink
And
Paused
To
Think.
Should
I proceed
To
Satisfy
His
Basic
Need,
Or
Was
My
Goal
To
Give
This
Luscious
Guy
More
Than
A
Breakfast
Roll?