May 9, 2013
I hope to see him again. I have something to say.
He is an old friend, though I never learned his name.
He was stepping into his green door when I asked for a photo. “Of me???” he said. “Me?”
Suddenly he was foisting the freesias on me. “No! no!” I yelped, backing up, hands high.
But it’s impossible to refuse a Sicilian Random Act of Kindness.
I will tell him how he filled my heart that morning.