The sun was sinking below the horizon when I made it to the Cookie Monstah. There weren’t many people in there which was relaxing for it would mean cherishing some cheeky moments without worrying over the privacy, unlike the other times when one has to go squeezing through the crowd elbowing past people for snatching a cookie sandwich. Cookie Monstah offered one of the best Monstah handcrafted ice cream sandwiches in Boston that were made to order with Richardson’s cow-to-cone farm-fresh ice cream. I and the boys had spent most of our summer vacation near Cookie Monstah in our sophomore year. I remembered how often we used to bet over the volleyball game at Revere, and the loser had to treat the winner.
The ice-cream sandwiches used to steal away half of our pocket money for the te
