"How are you doin'?" he asked.
"O.K." I responded,
in polite quick conversational part lie.
"How are you doin'?" I asked,
strictly for conversational courtesy.
"Not so good," he responded,
in quick conversational probable truth.
I didn't know what else to say.
I was dumbfounded.
And he walked away,
a stranger,
not doin' so good,
and I'll never know why.
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