Here I was thinking… “what is such a good looking man like this – with such
radical fashion sense and chiselled good looks – working in a dead-end job
as a second-hand bookstore clerk?”
He look up, smiled and said…
“What’s your name, dear?”
Immediately after he spoke, I was stunned. His booming bassy voice
contained compassion like I never heard, yet a erceness like a battle-worn
warrior. He had bright blue eyes with a kind-yet-knowing twinkle.
Realising my silence was a little rude, I collected myself and answered:
“Oh... My name is Amanda.”
“Hi Amanda, it’s nice to meet you. My name is Michael, how can I help?”
Before I could respond a lame excuse like “just looking, thanks,” he
volunteered…
“Something tells me you’re not here to buy some books.”
I’m usually a private person. But for some reason – I don’t know if it was his
voice, his caring manner or those eyes of intense ery attention – like I’m
the most valuable person on Earth…
I started pouring my guts out. Accompanied by white, hot tears.
About the accident… About my husband in a coma… About my failure as a
wife and mother… How we had this crazy debt… How we were going to be
kicked out of our home…
Michael listened attentively.
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