The most wonderful day
It was 10:30 at night this past May 24, 2000.
All snuggled up, with a small light next to my
bed as I reed the endless adventures of my favorite book, I was startled when the phone rang.
Thinking it was my mother, for she usually...
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The most wonderful day
It was 10:30 at night this past May 24, 2000.
All snuggled up, with a small light next to my
bed as I reed the endless adventures of my favorite book, I was startled when the phone rang.
Thinking it was my mother, for she usually checks up on me around this time, I already had
prepared an excuse in order to make the conversation short and to the point, for you ll pay dearly if
you give her any leeway in a conversation.
Hearing a strange voice, I realized my excuse was not
necessary, yet I really did not want to be disturbed from my reading.
It was Martha, a friend who
works with me at the same company selling Natural products.
Knowing that I was new to the
company and having tons of questions, she wanted me to meet her niece Hilda, who has been in
the company for more than four years and could answer any of my endless questions.
She had just
arrived from the Dominican Republic and was going to be in town for just a few days.
Putting her on the phone so we
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