Lilith and I saw our favorite off-duty cop / traffic cone chaperone in his silver SUV; he was talking to a tall, thin, sandy-haired cop (kind of an Ichabod Crane type, but with head still attached). "Didn't I see you in Kailua the other day?" I asked. He wasn't sure. "Talking to the homeless guy next to Walgreens who's always reading a book." Oh, yes. "You were saying that you should get back into reading, too." "Not many homeless people read books." "Not many people do." We all glanced at our palms, as if they were phones. "I tried to give him some toiletries one day," I said, but he declined. "Give him a book!"
"You should turn your vehicle around so you can see the mountains," I advised our friend. "Well, you know how much I like to look at cones," he said.
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