ole, the tall, creamy, coffee-skinned hunk at the Salvation Army soup kitchen, is smiling at Delores. She has gone up to the window and asked for another doughnut and he is giving her one, right in front of God and everybody.
Every Tuesday, Mrs. Alligator Shoes brings in three boxes of hot Krispy Kremes, her fruity perfume blending with the smell of sugar and freshly cooked dough, and though Cole has made it clear that all of us in the Tuesday night crowd can have only one, he’s got to be kidding. Giving us just one of those sweet babies – that melts in our mouths way too fast – is like handing a kid an ice cream cone and telling him he can only have one bite. (more…)