Stormy Night, Forbidden Guest
"Mr. Kane, do you have any cucumbers at home? Can I have one?"
The hurricane strikes, and my daughter's best friend, Lexie Cooper, is stuck in my home.
She comes to ask me for a cucumber late at night with a flushed face.
"I'm just a little hungry. I'd like to snack on some cucumber," she says.
As I look at the pointy tips peeking from underneath her pajamas, a primal urge surges uncontrollably within me.
I say deliberately and slowly, "I have something even better than a cucumber."