I made lunch...

Not a difficult task since we bought all that crap at Kroger's, but she did like the sandwich and agreed that the kettle cooked sweet red chile sour cream potato chips do indeed rock.
And in between bites sitting at the counter in the store, she sighed kind of contentedly and said. "All I've ever wanted was just a little peace and quiet in which to enjoy the pleasures I have in this life without someone passing judgment on what I should be doing."
"Potato chips and comic books?" I asked.
"Precisely." She said. "I didn't mind going to school all day or working all day. But when I want to relax, I'd like to be permitted to do it."
"Feel free." I said.
She laughed. "My mother was always afraid I wouldn't find a husband if my nose was continually stuck in a book. And my boyfriend, I guess he wanted a more feminine sort of girl."
"Your mother was probably afraid you'd end up in a comic store in Toledo." I said.
"And here I am." Maricel said. "It's like I've died and gone to heaven."
Her voice was free of sarcasm. I know the Wolfe's Den is my idea of heaven, but a cute chick that thinks so... I've died and gone to heaven. Assuming you have people busting in your doors in heaven.

See you in the funny papers...
Simon Wolfe