I can take care of myself, thank you very much.” Cole pulled a tomato half out of the salad and stuffed it into his mouth.
“That’s right. I heard you and Ron were good friends,” Booker said innocently, the first clue a joke was coming. Booker was many things, but innocent wasn’t one of them.
Cole studied him for a moment. “Okay, I know I’m going to hate myself for asking, but who is Ron?” Cole leaned against the counter and folded his arms across his chest, looking every bit the 6'3 3/4" that he was.
“You know, Ron, as in Ronald McDonald.”
I groaned. That was bad.
“I can cook,” Cole said indecisively.
“Doc, you’re the only person I know that can burn water!”
“I have never burn–okay, once. Are you ever going to forgive me?”
“You ruined my favorite pan!
Author: Sherry Gammon