My best friend Paul was sweet

to come all the way from Mankato

when my wife left me. At the door,

Paul stood as tall as I

and we hugged. Then he signed,

“Look good you. How manage you?

Can’t imagine. If my wife left

for sure me gunheadshoot will.”

I gave him a don’t-be-silly shove.

Before he left, I could feel him looking

at me. He said, “Me look you alone,

makes wife me cherish.” He did,

but his wife left him anyway

and—well, he kept his word.