Down to the bank, then the food carts on my lunch break. Bits of stories caught in the here and there of different cell phones all along the way:
...How are you feeling?...
...She seriously thinks her mom is a wacko...
...I'll do it just before I leave for Seattle... Yep... Should we arrange for the kids?...
...[boy listening quiet while his feet dance a little break dance slide, up and back, up and back along the sidewalk]...
...Tell her to send me a picture... Thanks... Sounds good, hon...
...No! NOW! I only need one or two sips. You can hold the bottle...
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