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Beth Ann's intention was to only browse in the Olde Book Shoppe while she waited for the departure of her train. She never suspected an envelope containing a Valentine card had been waiting for her for over twenty years in an old magical fairy tale book.
"What are you doing here? How did you find me?" "We need to talk." "No we do not need to talk. I want you out of my life. Please go away and leave me alone." He stood in my way. "Please get out of my way and out of my life." He didn't move so, I hauled off and slapped him so hard across the face it almost knocked him over. He staggered to one side. "I'm sorry, Tony, but you had that coming."
After Christmas shopping, I was headed to my apartment but stopped at a department store window and admired a young woman styling clothing. A distinguished man standing close by told me everything about her which I thought curious until I found out later he was her father, who has passed away six months earlier.
I assumed it was a Christmas card, even though it was July, not only because of its size but also because of its Christmas-red color. Then I noticed what was pasted in the upper right-hand corner – a six-cent canceled stamp. The cancellation date read 1970. I wondered where in the world this envelope had been for the last forty-six years.
My mother was thinking of hiring a surrogate to accomplish her penchant for grandchildren. Then – the accident. I’m a lawyer and was on my way to court when the accident happened. She fell down, I lost my balance and joined her on the sidewalk.“Why don’t you watch where the hell you’re going?” “Do you need a lawyer?” “What?” “I may sue you.” “For what? “Breaking my heart.” "You're kidding?"
The funeral for Nama was very boring. I was standing with my parents at her graveside when I noticed someone standing at a distance from us. It was an elderly woman who looked vaguely familiar. I assumed it was one of Nama’s friends. She saw me watching and threw me a kiss. I saw the woman again as we drove away. This time she waved to me. I returned the greeting and wondered who she was.
Father Mario Luciani stood alone watching the last parishioner leaving St. Teresa’s Church, the congregation he had prayed with for over a decade. Clare Patterson invited him to Sunday dinner which he was happy to accept not only because of the excellent food but because the handpicked guests would offer interesting conversations on many subjects … except the one he kept hidden … his loneliness.