Monday was an ordinary, slow day at the store. I was doing my baking thing, looking forward to having some soup (vegetarian soup!) for my lunch. At approx. 11:30 am, my friend (lets call her Chula) comes up to my table, looking down, hands pressed to her face. We tease and girl-flirt constantly, so I smile and try to get at her hands. Then I see ( Read more... )