WHEN Clinton Merasty showed up at Sarah Heavyman’s place with the box, Sarah’s father, Houston, was not particularly impressed.
“Kittens?”
“Kittens,” said Clinton, “I want to marry your daughter.”
“That’s the way we used to do it in the old days, all right,” said Houston.
“Yeah,” said Clinton, “I know.”
“Times change, I suppose,” said Houston. “In the old days, when a man wanted to marry a woman, he’d bring horses.”
When Clinton rang the doorbell on Saturday, he was carrying four boxes of honey-garlic sausages in his arms.
“Happy Canada Day,” Clinton told Houston.
“Holy,” said Houston, when he saw the sausages. “These are my favourite.”
“They’re from Rowe Meats.”
