A few days after our arrival, we met Sara, a elderly woman who lived about 5 minutes away.
We met her at the grocery store.
We were waiting in line when we saw her. She was choosing a pack of gum, talking to herself.
I thought she was strange. Who in the world talks to themselves?
In public?
She glanced at me, took two, paid and left.
We paid and left.
On the way out, I heard, "pssst."
She was waiting on the side, looking criminal-like. I didn't know what to do, scream for help or laugh.
I approached. She pressed a pack of gum in my hand. I looked at it.
"Uh. You dropped this." I gave it back to her.
"No sugar. I bought this for you."
"Why?"
"I couldn't taste it in the store to choose. So I thought you might be able to help me choose which one I keep and which one I give to you."
Mom was waiting at the car, looking at me, wondering what on earth I was doing.
She gave me one from her pack. I tasted it. Mint.
I tasted one from the pack given to me. Bubble gum.
"Which is your favorite?"
"Bubble gum."
"That's settled. Thank you."
But she didn't walk away, and neither did I.
So guess what.
I took her phone number.
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April Heartbreak
Romance"I love you, Matthew." I remembered the night I'd told him that. Hell, did I even know what that was? Probably not. Had I meant it? Sure.
