Doctor Smith walked by my room softly announcing that Terry had arrived at the lake home from her home in Mexico City.
As I continued to arrange things in my room I could here a soft lilting angelic English spoken in the kitchen where Elizabeth was welcoming her friend with cheese and bread.
The tender voice reminded me of hearing children talking to their parents at a country bed and breakfast in Tuscany, years before. All sentences ending on a lingering high.
As I approached the kitchen, I was intimated by the round faced,large dark eyes, and beautiful form in designer jeans, smiling at me.
I stuck out my shy Stearns County Minnesota hand to greet her.
She said in lilting English,
IN MEXICO WE KISS.
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