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Created on: June 28, 2009
Nora was in a hurry as she walked down Main Street. She had to get home and start dinner for Harry's boss and his wife were expected that night.
Her shoes made a tapping sound on the concrete as she rushed to her car. She had to stop by the grocery store and the wine shop and drive the short distance home. Then, hopefully, Harry would be there to help her finish up the meal.
Nora knew the house would be fine - just the way they left it.
Still, this dinner had put her in a terrible bind as she worked, also. But, she just was not allowed to turn down Harry's boss for dinner - or for that matter, Harry. Who knew? Maybe it would be fun meeting Liz. Why, Harry and Bill had gone fishing together a couple of times, already.
Harry had come home with a bait of fish and in a jolly mood which told her they had had a wonderful time together.
"Miss, can you spare a dollar?" She was startled from her thoughts.
She looked down and sitting at the door of the grocery store was a pitiful old lady. She appeared dirty and was wore tattered clothes. Her weathered old straw hat sported a fresh red carnation.
"Why, ummm," Nora hem-hawed around. She had not expected this. "Oh, let me see," she was aggravated as she fidgeted in her purse.
"Miss, that is okay if you don't have one," the old lady told her. "Maybe I can get a coffee that's left over at one of the restaurants when they are about to close." She looked down, embarrassed.
"Oh, no," Nora told her. "Here I found one." She held the crumpled dollar out and the old lady took it.
"God bless you," she told Nora. "Something good will happen to you soon."
"Oh, that is okay," Nora said. "Please enjoy your coffee." She gave her a bright smile and the lady smiled back.
Nora finished her grocery shopping, then, remembering the poor old lady at the door, picked up some fresh donuts. She would give them to her to make her coffee more enjoyable.
She pushed the grocery cart to the door and looked for the lady, but, she was gone. Somehow, Nora was disappointed. She looked around the parking lot as she pushed the cart to her car. She was nowhere in sight.
Well, she had to get home but, along the way, she glanced here and there, searching the streets. She felt so sorry now, for the poor old woman. She didn't see her anywhere.
Harry arrived home just as Nora pulled into the driveway. They greeted each other and he helped her with the groceries.
Nora made salad while Harry started the grill on
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