"That was two weeks ago!" I yelled. "Don't try to hold me to something I said two weeks ago, Mr. Sam Moss! I am a totally different person! Hel-lo-o!"
Sam looks at me with interest. "Go on," he says.
"It's the day chef! And the night chef!" I cry. Sam watches me as I pace back and forth across his living room. "Please expound," he says.
My words are like stumbling colts let out of the gate all at the same time. I explain to Sam like he should already know. The day chef uses all the sugar, then fills up the empty sugar barrel for the night chef! The night chef uses all the sugar then fills it up for the day chef!
"And?" says Sam.
"And it looks the same, it smells the same, it tastes the same, it's in the same barrel," I cry, "But its different, every single crystal is entirely different!"
"I see what you mean," says Sam.
"You can go through a lot of sugar in two weeks, Sam," I explain patiently. "A whole lot."
"Point taken," says Sam.
Sam started a ritual between us after that.
"Hello! My name is Sam. Sam Moss," he'd say, sticking out his hand. "And you are?"
"KD. KD Rouse," I'd say. "Pleased to meet you."
