I grabbed the folder and handed it to Rachel. “I’ve been doing some writing. Here’s some of my stuff. If you’re interested…”
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wesome shopping trip, thanks!” I said to my friend Rachel as I swung open the front door. “It’s been way too long since we spent time together — I think the last time was when you were feeding me mango in the hospital!”
Dumping my bags down on the floor, I invited Rachel to take a seat, and I glanced around, looking for an easy way to keep her entertained while I prepared supper. I spied the green folder where I store my proudly cut-out “Whispers” columns.
Should I? Shouldn’t I?
Not pausing to think about the consequences, I grabbed the folder and handed it to Rachel. “I’ve been doing some writing. Here’s some of my stuff. If you’re interested…”
I chopped zucchini while peeking at her face. It changed from curiosity to surprise and finally to an indescribable mix of emotions. Rachel sat, almost unmoving, slowly making her way through the folder that contained my life story. I finished preparing supper and sat down across from her. She kept reading.
