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I share only what I have experienced personally and consider true.
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Odd Profession, a True Professional
'Would you like your latte with almond or soy milk?’ ‘Regular, skim, with sugar. Thank you.’ While I carried the tray with cups to the table, I gave my interviewee a good look. There was nothing remarkable about his features, expression, clothing. He looked like an ordinary man, wearing ordinary clothes, about to have his regular latte.
The Gossip Tree
‘Nana, Nana, please tell us the story again.’ Shaindel pleaded. This was the second time she clutched the rim of her grandmother’s skirt with excitement and determination. A minute or two longer and she would go all teary and everyone would have to jump to their feet and comfort her.
The Door Lock
I pressed the keys on the pad. Several times. It seemed to have taken longer, and my fingers were shaking. The moderate pressure would usually release the lock. It would take only a push on the knob, down and forward, and the door would open. Today, it did not work out that way. After a few attempts, I was standing puzzled, still on the outside, trying to think about the reason for the mystery of the unyielding door lock. I was certain the code was correct. They have not changed the numbers, otherwise I would have been given a new one. Was I? For a few moments, I tried to recall something I must have missed in my inbox.
The woman sitting across at the table pushed her reading glasses to fit better on her nose, cleared the throat and started a barrage of words that felt like darts thrown in my direction. It sounded like a Gestetner machine churning out insults hidden inside verbosity of a pundit. I was almost amused at her try at more of an altruistic approach when she engaged in mimicking affection by saying:
You are always late, Mary.' The girl in pink dress pouted the lips and pushed her chin out. The rehearsal has started fifteen minutes before, and her group could not commence their act because Mary walked in late, indifferent to failing to honour the schedule. Besides, she was wearing a snow-white charmeuse dress which brought her groupmate to tears as she ran across the room in the outpour of protest to the teacher: