
When another register finally opened up, I gestured for everyone else to go ahead of me. I felt like I had made a spiritual commitment to this line, and I was kind of interested in seeing the end of the story happening in front of me. How much money was it possible to spend at a dollar store? And what language was the woman speaking to her friend as they pulled yet another frilly tutu and a set of popscicle-makers out of their bottomless shopping cart? It was beautiful, rolling, lilting. I fought the impulse to repeat their words out loud.
One of the women I’d let go to the open register passed me with her purchases and said, “You’re the most patient American I’ve ever met! You belong in the Caribbean, where the lines are even longer than this, all the time!”
I belong in the Caribbean! Yes, of course! It all makes sense now. If you need me, I will be online searching for real estate in Trinidad and Tobago.
that is awesome…. high five to you!
And thank you for my book and your sweet note!
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Glad it found you, Soundtek!
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I read it yesterday and honestly was not expecting too much because some Christian books Ive read just weren’t that good…but this one was so good and spoke to me so much… thank you for that gift!
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Love it! Go to St Maartin, be sure to live on the Dutch side!!!
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