"They've added footprints."
We were standing near the counter,waiting for our Americanos.
My daughter pointed toward the yellow waiting linenear the bakery section.
Small footprints had been...
At first,I thought this was somethingI only did with my husband.
A kind of invisible adjustment.
Watching reactions.
Reading the mood.
Trying to keep everything flowing smoothly.
But today,
I...
“Oh, it suddenly got quiet.”
My daughter looked around the caféand smiled slightly.
She had been studying Japanese by the window,slowly sipping an iced Americano.
I was...
“Why are you stopping here?”My daughter sounded curious.
We were waiting at a red lighton a two-lane road.
“Hmm?
The car next to me stopped here,so I...
