Last week, in the midst of holiday conniption, etc., Rachel and her mama were in the liberry again on Thursday, of course, because that is their Library Day. They were in hit-and-run mode, though. Who isn't, at that time of year? Katrina hollered my name across the New Books shelf, Rachel did, "HI, Nice Lady!" again, and Katrina panted, "We saw you in Target the other day and Rachel wanted to go talk to you but we were all the way across the store so I just said Honey, maybe we'll run into her but we never did so I hope you understand."
"That's OK," I replied, "I was buying shelf paper," as if that made sense. But Katrina seemed to get it. And Rachel hugged me around the waist again.