Final Jeopardy

The Drabble 2019

Final Jeopardy

 

 

I ignored the doorbell.  I was waiting for the Final Jeopardy question, Heavy knocks. I opened the door, told “Call Before We Dig” man standing there to come in and be quiet for five minutes and sit down. Instead, he walked into my kitchen, rummaged around in my refrigerator, and made himself a stone ground mustard and Swiss on seeded rye—one of my favorite sandwiches. After I nailed the question I looked in on him and he was eating his sandwich leaning over the sink, just as I do, so as not to spill crumbs on the linoleum floor.

 

 

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