His hands were shaking. He reminded me so precisely of my late grandfather that I had to take a breath before I spoke.
“Sir, you’ve got it all wrong. You don’t need to hide that. I just want to treat you.”
He reminded me so precisely of my late grandfather.
He stared at me like I had said something in a language he didn’t speak. He hesitated, then slowly reached into his pocket and pulled the loaf out.
I took him by the arm, picked up a basket, and we walked through the store together.
