wax and envelopes

A couple days ago Sasha and I went to park nearby, and ended up photo-hunting a bit. On the way back to the apartment, we walked past this tree, covered in layers of candle was. A guy walked towards us and stopped, taking his earbudds out. "Hi" I said, "hey" he said, and then "that's for my boy, he died", and I could see the that someone had traced the letters "RIP" into the wax when it was still warm.

I walked into the '99¢ more or less' store and asked the cashier if they had envelopes and he pointed to his left - "keep going" he said until I finally found them. My pea coat on, hair up in a bun, scarf, as usual. He rung me up for $1.30 and I started digging through my bag in search of my wallet, plopping down a stack of articles I'm reading. "You're a teacher" he said with certainty, as I put down a quarter and nickle on top of the bill "no, I'm not, what made you think that?" "well, the papers, and your look - you look like a smart woman".

[for all my looks, I have yet to figure out how to make these pigeon peas, they are taking forever to cook]