“Tell me, Lisa,” Shelby pleaded, “I really want to know.” “Well,” Lisa replied with a look of indifference, “I don’t know.  But, if you really want to know.” Shelby playfully slapped her on the arm as they were walking down the sidewalk. “You are so mean to me sometimes,” said, Shelby. “I like it though.” They both laughed as they entered the small deli.  They placed their lunch order, got their drinks, then waited for th...