“What are you eating?!” I asked with dread, knowing I had not given Number 3 anything to eat before entering the bookstore together. He opened his mouth, revealing a gray piece of gum, clearly not fresh. I’m sure I did a grossed-out-shiver-dance and quickly deposited the gum into the nearby trashcan. “Where in the world did you get the gum?” Thus began the inquisition involving such questions: “Did it have a wrapper on it?” “Did someone give it to you or did you find it? “Do you realize how dangerous and disgusting that is?” His answers: “Did it have a wrapper on it?” No. “Did someone give it to you or did you find it? No. “Do you realize how dangerous and disgusting that is?” No. “Where in the world did you get the gum?” He led me out of the store and stopped in the middle of the parking […]