Stop in for a cup of coffee

My dad used to send me to buy him cigarettes' when they were a quarter and anyone could but them. There was a Truck stop up the road. I was always stealing change out of his change on his dresser so I would buy me a pack as well. I kept them in a plastic bag out behind the barn in an old rotted stump. One day I went to get them and there was dad sitting on the stump smoking my smokes...I thought I would be killed. He never said a word and never told my Mom.