Saturday, June 9, 2012


Why is that woman in the very short shorts and bra waving at us? "Hi!" she calls out from across the street. Or is she greeting someone behind the plate glass window that separates us from the coffee shop's interior?

"A hooker," my husband says. "After she walked past us, she crossed the street, walked back up, and now she's in the park."

What I'll remember is her creamy cocoa complexion; that, and the fact that she looks like a everyone's idea of a pre-school teacher...except for that marshmallow-white bra.

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