I love Ruth. I smile when I see her and Ruth always smiles back at me. Her blue eyes twinkle with a happy secret. I would like to know what Ruth knows.
She always looks the same. She wears a blue dress that looks just right. Her hair is neatly parted to the side. Her hands are folded on the front of her dress. Polite. Neat. Helpful.
Ruth works in a bookstore that has many books both new and old. There is every book you could ever want to read in Ruth’s store. The bookstore also has excellent coffee. There are big cozy chairs for reading. It is a good place to spend lots of time. Ruth works in the best bookstore.
I met Ruth at her bookstore. I was looking for a hard cover copy of Preston and Child’s Relic. Great book. It is everywhere, paperback, kindle, nook. The hard cover copy is not. It is hard to find. I have read it but I wanted a hardcover for my library. Of course, I knew she would. Ruth found a copy for me. It was like new and fairly priced. Thank you, Ruth.
Ruth talks about her RA once in a while. We are usually sitting in cozy chairs and sipping coffee. Ruth knows I have RA too. “My hardest part can be the malaise that descends like a blanket of very thick molasses. It is as bad as the pain,” she said. “I feel the same”, I replied. She tucked her legs up under her blue dress, re-positioned herself and reached for her china blue coffee cup. She looked comfortable. I felt comfortable too. Our RA was taking a nap, maybe. We talked for a good while thinking that life was good.