Charlie runs into the grocery store and grabs a shopping basket and hums happily on his way to the sushi section.
“Sounds like an owl,” I hear a young man say to a woman who, by her apron, is also an employee. I pause and say, easily, “Yeah, he does the humming because he’s so excited. It calms him down.”
The young man drifts away. The woman smiles, openly and relaxed, and says, “I stock that section and he really like sushi.”
I smile back and shrug, “Oh yes, and he likes it here best.”
And I’m thinking about how good—how …read more