SMARTS!
Page 38
by Jay Lawrence
"Darling?"
"What is it, Perry?"
"Um, would it be all right if I drank my Stupendo? It would be a terrible waste not to. It'll be just as nice cold. I'll do ten extra sit-ups. Promise!"
My Master sighed.
"You're incorrigible, young lady. Quite incorrigible."
We eased ourselves out of the back of the truck and returned to the relative comfort of the cab. Edgar smiled contentedly to himself as he turned the key in the ignition and a blast of warm air and "Camelot" issued from the vents. Bracing myself, I grabbed my paper cup and took a long, cream-filled slurp.