Potluck

They found him leaning against a mail box, legs splayed out across the sidewalk. Left hand digging into a McDonald’s paper bag, and coming out with fries. Right hand holding two dogs by their leashes.

A yellow lab and some mutt.

“Where did you get that?” they asked and he nodded his head to the right, the way they’d be walking if they hadn’t stopped. The Golden Arches peeked over a squat building. They said that wasn’t what they meant.

Earlier, at the housewarming party all three felt an obligation to attend, he’d heard someone’s secret truth.

And told everyone.

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