You've got four lines of prose. Tell me about a face.
The truck is all packed up to go to the market tomorrow morning (hurray for cooler nights which mean we don't need to stick the more fragile veggies in the cooler), so all we have to do when we wake up is eat breakfast, cut some sunflowers, toss 'em in the back of the truck, and we'll be on the road.
Here's hoping the last long weekend of the summer is a good one for us.
They say mine is a face that launched a thousand criminal investigations - after all, how could a man that looks like I do not be guilty of something?
So am I free because I'm an innocent man with an unfortunate visage, or because I'm very adept at hiding bodies? That's for me to know and you to find out... if you can.
Care to investigate?