P.B.

When we were talking about the events of the past weekend he just looked at me and muttered: “Nothing as usual.” He could be a little down at times, not like he was depressed, it was just the way he always was.

He walked over to the counter and made himself a sandwich and spread some jelly over the thick layer of peanut butter. I thought to myself that he was a really sweet guy after all. He took a bite of the sandwich and turned back to me. He looked at me and asked what I was smiling about.