Remember the young woman in the coffee shop I mentioned last
week, the one to whom I remarked that her irrepressible niceness seemed
authentic? She served my coffee today and asked me how I was.
‘Or are you still not sure?’ she continued. I told her about
the latest scans being clear, and she smiled.
‘Have this one on me,’ she said when I held out the price of
an Americano with cream.
I felt – and probably looked – incredulous. I asked ‘Why?’
She said nothing, just looked back at me and smiled nicely.
No compliments, forced or otherwise, just a smile. Isn’t that sweet? And
genuine, so it seems I was right.
It’s at such times that the weight of living life among my
species is considerably lightened, and I suspect the Lady Fu was behind it. The
nargles were conspicuous by their absence.
* * *
I really must stop referencing Harry Potter. People will
begin to think I’m strange.
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