Coat of many colors
cynthia+2016-05-18T00:23:28-07:00She didn’t tell me her name and I didn’t give her mine. She’d walked up to the bench I was sitting on at Powells Bookstore, killing time until I met a friend for dinner, and she waited until I looked up. “Are those your books? Is it OK if I move them?” She was about 50, a well-dressed blonde with [...]