Yup. So after church this morning, Thelma, a board member of a school distinct, comes up to me, after hugging, and asked in her language if I worked. I said yeah and then she leaned closer to great and asked where and I said I’m on a break. I tend to reverse my stories. Bahaha.
I should have asked where’s her tall husband for a long time and why she didn’t have any children showing their faces around my local parish? Bahaha!
The proud, tanned woman walked away just as quickly to the nun in white while Celia was already talking to Paw about health issues with her husband and her first cousin Poi came over and started to talk to Maw. Yesterday, the old Indy talked about a woman who didn’t want to abort her unborn child.
The place is crawling with lots of stories, an open book of unfortunates troubles and harsh realities. Emmer and his elderly orangutan pretended not to see us pulling away from the parking lot.
I should just walk away fast and wait in the car while the old farts talk among themselves. These chumps are on their last legs of life, that anything they say won’t matter, like gossips.
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