 Zita *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
Why was Adam not surprised that Zita’s response included something about ‘the experience’ that was shopping? It must be a woman thing because when he shopped, he just wanted to get in and out. And he almost always had a list. Sure, with his eyesight issues, he couldn’t always read what he wrote, but that wasn’t the point now was it? Nope. Not the point at all.
Nope the point was this place smelled like potpourri shop. His nose wrinkled a little. ” Vhy does it smell like flowers?”
He let the door close behind him and took a survey of the room. It was bright. And blurry. Very blurry. He took his big coke-bottle horn rimmed glasses off his face and gave the lenses a rub with the end of his scarf and then put them back on. Nope…still blurry. OK. Well, mmm… It was probably the light. He squeezed Zita’s hand a little tighter, so she knew not to let go. Last thing he wanted was to knock over a shelf or rack of whatever was in this place. ” I guess I could use some hair foam.” This part of their outing was mostly for her.
__________________  |