|We've only just begun|
|White lace and promises|
|A kiss for luck and we're on our way|
The last Twilight sale was blessed with a great turnout and my usual excellent regular customers. There's been talk of the Eagles Lodge being sold but that's not going to happen, at least not for a long time. I am so relieved, I can't even tell you.
I just finished a book by Emma Brockes, She Left Me the Gun. I was reading it in The Fresh Pot when a guy at the table next to me wanted to know what I was reading. I held up the cover and said it was a biography. Then the guy asks me if it's a romantic novel. I said no, it's nonfiction (hence the word biography). It's about the author's mother and how she left South Africa to escape her horrifically abusive father, but I didn't want to get into that. Then the guy says, "But it probably has some romantic stuff in it, huh?" I don't like to ascribe sexism to someone's motives two sentences in, but it was complete nonsense coming out of him in any case. It reminded me of the time that a guy at the Gap asked me about a book I was carrying, Cries Unheard: the Story of Mary Bell by Gitta Sereny. I think no one really wants to know what you're reading, it's just an awkward way to open up a conversation. There's nothing more awkward than bringing up Mary Bell at the Gap.