“Where are we going?” I asked.
“You’ll see,” he said.
“Your notes were like a warm blanket around me,” she said. “Even though you couldn’t take away the pain or make the situation change, you were able to pull me to a happy place for a few minutes. You helped take my focus off the pain.”
Her heart was broken, and I was helpless in the face of her suffering. What could I do? I wondered. How could I make her feel better?
She can paint a picture of what growing up in a small town was like and make me long to be there too. When I was little, she told me all about her family, friends, and neighbors in her small town. The people there seemed to be suspended in time until she told me another story, and they would come to life again...
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