It's nice to see the Sunday market. Valentine's Day was a fun sort of festival when I was growing up. Boys would tie ribbons to the front door handles of the houses where the girls they liked lived, and girls would give gingerbread shapes back to them if they liked them too. Remembering that, i baked gingerbread this week for Tess, and put the pieces in a pretty jar and gave them to her this morning. I think she liked them.
After church I've taken a stroll through town, looking at the market, and I smile when I see Glass. She's talking to the doctor, and that nice barman who loaned me his coat.
"Good morning," I say, coming up. "This is quite nice, isn't it?" I say, gesturing at the stalls.
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Date: 2010-09-19 12:27 am (UTC)After church I've taken a stroll through town, looking at the market, and I smile when I see Glass. She's talking to the doctor, and that nice barman who loaned me his coat.
"Good morning," I say, coming up. "This is quite nice, isn't it?" I say, gesturing at the stalls.