I was alone with the old man. I smiled at him and he glared at me. “Give me a cigarette or I’ll tell Jacob you’re hittin’ on me. You got five minutes.” I choked on a laugh. “What?” “One cigarette and you roll me out to the gazebo and cover for me.” I shook my head at him. “Sir, you are on oxygen.” “What the hell is it to you? I’m gonna kick the bucket anyway! I’m half dead already. One cigarette. If you get me a whole pack, I’ll give you my Purple Heart.” I had to fight to keep my face straight. “I’m afraid I can’t do that for you.” He narrowed his watery eyes. Just then Jacob let himself back
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