She asked me to walk into the store and get some spices for the cornbread dressing. It’s the day before Thanksgiving…
But…
I did it and didn’t say a word. I already knew there would be none. I also know that had I made that statement she would have kicked down the gates of hell to walk in there and look for herself.
So, I went. I stood there long enough for this woman to ask me if I was lost. No, I’m taking inventory to make sure I was correct about those spices not being here. One bottle at a time and one shelf at a time I surveyed the inventory. Those spices were not there. They were sold out.
I go back outside empty handed. Sorry - they were all out.
It’s okay - thanks for looking.
Sometimes - peace - is a hard task.
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