" Fishing? I thought you were a vegan." the

" Fishing? I thought you were a vegan." the boy grinned down at her. " You assume there will be fish. This is a MIND of course, never know what could be in here." her brows rose.

She saw piles of thoughts near him: a large pile labeled SEX, decent piles of FOOD, FAMILY, CAREER, and a minor pile labeled DREAMS. "Exciting" she said. "Try fishing *my* mind."

He picked a heavy sinker to try to get her deep thoughts. After 3 hours he had nothing and switched the bait to a dark hair he'd found among the blonde hairs on her red sweater.

The dark hairs were coarse and dark brown. He thought he'd discover that the guy was Italian or Jewish by reading her thoughts. Instead, he found her thinking about a dog. A big

hairs lasered! Lack of personal grooming before the ring can't be a good sign. Soon after there would be no more use of deodorant, next I'd have to deal with

Smelling at my birthday! My wedding! My FUNERAL!

She looked down at her Grandmother's scrapbook memoir of her life. Each event held a special scratch n'sniff sticker commerating the event. Why did Communion smell like bananas?

Oh yeah-Granny always put banana chips in the offering instead of quarters--would Granny go to hell for that?Granny's last scrapbook page had a scratch-n-sniff sticker that smelled

Like cap'n Morgan spiced rum. Now that Granny was gone, it all made sense. She had a thing for pirates! I'm not sure if she's in hell or heaven, but surely she has that bird.