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Erica (Part I of II)
This story is part of a series about Alleke’s friends at the bread shop down the street.
This morning I ran into Erica on the street. She was dressed in her normal clothes, not her uniform from the bread shop.
“I just got off work,” she said, anticipating my first question. “I’m just running home to get a quick bite to eat.”
She looked up the street.
“Do you live near here?”
“Just around the corner,” I said.
“How about you?”
“Two streets down.”
I nodded.
“Oh, by the way,” she said, as if remembering something important to tell me, “Your daughter is so beautiful.” She said this like it was a new revelation, and not something tells me from behind the cash register every time I go to buy bread.
We began to walk, and she grinned for a while, probably thinking about our little girl with pigtails roaming around the bread shop offering her half-eaten croissant to the customers.
“I would love to take your daughter for a walk sometime,” she said with a sigh, still daydreaming.
I smiled.
“Okay,” I said.
She stopped and looked at me.
“Really?” she asked, concerned.
“Sure, you can take her for a walk,” I said. “She loves going for walks.”
She looked at me a while longer.
“Okay,” she said.
We decided on Sunday afternoon, and she took down my phone number.
“I’ll give you a call,” she said.
Then she thought for a moment.
“You should really ask your wife about this.”
I laughed and nodded.
“Okay, I’ll ask my wife.”
To find out if Erica actually babysits Alleke on Sunday, read the rest of the story…
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