The Lafayette Deception, Chap. 10: Vive la Revolución!
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Frank looked hungrily at the establishments on both sides of the main drag of Cedar City, Utah. He’d lost eighteen pounds, and it was payback time.
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It had been early that morning, before sunrise, that he had left his campsite on the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. Now it was almost Noon, and he was a third of the way through Utah and had waited long enough. Impatient drivers swung around him as he motored slowly up the street, compiling a mental list of every restaurant, bakery, ice cream store and other variety of food emporium he encountered along the way.
With increasing absorption, he reshuffled his priorities and his order of attack. So far, the Häagen-Dazs shop was hanging on to first place. But he was intrigued by the possibility that forestalling the ingestion of a triple dip dulce de leche cone until desert might accentuate the delight of the experience through heightened anticipation.
But what if his sense of taste had become satiated by then? It seemed like an unwise risk to take. Perhaps he should have one cone now, and another later? Full Story |
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