Eb Griper’s marital frustrations
Most of the booths appeared full when I walked into the coffee shop. As I searched for an open seat I was surprised to see Ebenezer Griper. Eb is an irascible old acquaintance who lives several miles out of town. On this morning he was sitting alone, reading a newspaper. “May I join you?” I asked as I slid into the opposite bench. “Haven’t seen you in a coon’s age,” Eb muttered as he looked up over his smeared eyeglasses. “I guess my luck has ended.” “It’s a joy to see you, too, Eb!” I replied. “A day or two ago I got to wondering about what happened to that ...