It's been a good run

She woke from a dead sleep, sweating and tangled in the sheets; cilantro and tomatoes everywhere. What a horrible dream, just remembering the details raised the onions on her arms and her breath came quicker as panic took over. What did the dream mean?? The burritos, the dark tunnel what could is possible stand for?? She picked up the phone and dialed La Guac, wincing when she saw the early time on her alarm clock.

“Hello” came the groggy voice of La Guac

“Guac, I just had the strangest more disturbing dream” Pico said and related every detail to her friend. When she was done there was only silence on the other end. “Guac? Are you there?”

“Yes” La Guac answered hesitantly.

“Well then what could this mean?” Pico asked voice rising a little from the feeling that she was going to be given bad news by her friend. The silence stretched on and finally La Guac answered

“Listen Pico, I have some news, I didn’t want to tell you because you’ve so recently recovered from the “Thursday Order incident” but it’s El B…”

“Yeah?”

“Well…..he can’t do orders anymore”

“WHAT!?” Pico screamed jumping out of bed scattering more onions and tomatoes.

“Yeah, well he’s been offered a big job somewhere out west and he won’t be able to do the Friday orders anymore. “ Guac said sensing her friend’s hysteria, she quickly added “He’s trying to find a replacement as soon as possible, so the Friday orders will keep on going, he’s even adding an extra Monday order this week to entice a replacement to take over.

Silence “Hello? Pico?”

Heaving sigh “Whew, okay Guac, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see”

“Yes, so just get some rest and we’ll talk about this more at a decent hour.”

“Sure, thanks Guac” Pico hung up the phone and pondered what this all meant for the Friday orders…..she knew she didn’t have the strength to move El B back home but did she have the strength to move someone in his place??? She laid her head back on the pillow and drifted off to sleep with this question on her mind….