I had only heard Marlboro's pronounced in the North Korean way, so the cashier did not know what I wanted. Go out to the car, "what are mahblho?"
"Cigarettes! The only ones I snoke, Marlboro Lights."
I had seen that gold and white pocket-sized box my entire life, but had never held the box, of knew it's name was written on it. I had learned to read last year.
I go back into CVS, "they're cigarettes." He moves to the side and there's a wall of what looks like thousands of designs. I find them. He says he can't sell cigs to a kid, and to tell my dad to come inside himself. Dad doesn't go inside, tells me to ask again. No luck. So we drive off.
