The Illustrious Case of Ice Cream Sickness

Stone cold regret.

“That's your fifth one,” she said, impatiently tapping the table with her index finger. “How many is enough?”

He dropped his spoon in the bowl. A cherry swam in the lake of vanilla, dusted with sprinkles.

“As many as it takes.” He suppressed a belch in his throat, a winter storm of mint chocolate chip and regret.

He moaned and put his head down on the cold…