Hardboiled Eggs, Part 3
Folks are honest in Purity Springs, so stores never lock doors, even during lunch break. So, when Willy Weatherbee came back and found a crate of eggs missing…
By Rebecca Shapiro, based on a story by Rabbi Lazer Brody
Hardboiled Eggs, Part 3
Later that evening, Mrs. Weatherbee sensed a change in her husband’s usually positive frame of mind.
Willy’s favourite dinner of chicken and dumplings, and apple delight usually helps him to unwind.
He seemed detached; his thoughts were elsewhere, certainly not at the dinner table.
His fork toyed with his food and he had no appetite. "Willy, what’s the matter? You seem a little unstable.
You haven’t touched a bit of food!" Hi wife said with over cake.
Willy stammered, and then looked at his wife "Somebody stole twelve eggs today, during lunch break."
"There must be some mistake. I can’t believe a thief would come to this little town," his wife said as she watched his bothered face displaying a huge frown.
"I’m certainly not mistaken about a dozen disappearing eggs. I know what I saw/ Maybe the thief didn’t is not a visitor; maybe someone who lives her has decided to break the law!"
Nothing Mrs. Weatherbee said calmed or consoled her distraught spouse.
Willy spent a sleepless night, tossing and turning and walking aimlessly around the house.
Not even a hot cup of his wife’s lovingly prepared warm milk and honey was able to ease his worry.
The next morning, a red-eyed Weatherbee put a fresh ten dozen of his eggs out in a hurry.
To be continued.
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