Lytton's Bad Habit

The large black bag fell to the floor with a heavy KA-THUMP!

"There's another one for you," Lytton said with the indifference of a postal worker looking at a line of innumerable customers three minutes to quitting time.

Gilroy sighed and flung the bag over his shoulder, "Seventh this week."

"I can't help it," Lytton confessed, "It's their fault for tempting me!"

"Except they just breathe, and you're overcome by temptation."

"That's not true! You're breathing and I've only tried," Lytton counted on his fingers, "four times with you."

"Five."

"Just bury it, and stop judging me!" Lytton left the cemetery.