
and laughs like a hyena. I like to hear her stories about her late husband- he was her one true love she says. She never even thought for a moment about a replacement...There was not one for her. I like it when she goes away for a moment when she tells me stories of them..It is the particular way she turns her head and goes silent. It is sad and gleeful at once. She shakes back in a second with a wild laugh, telling me to "get" and "go back and work". I seek her out daily for something...She has become a habit. But the reason she is here this week is she made me one of the best damn cups of coffee I have ever had today. It was top five of life. Merci Emma.
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