Our local diary owner is a short little Indian woman with a dead pan scowl that could scare a SAS agent. After two years of frequenting the diary she has finally warmed to us. Just two years. It began with a small “hello,” until finally Amanda managed a conversation with her.
“Have you been busy?” Amanda queried.
“Yeah.” She replied.
Like many things in life, curves are not always linear, but exponential. The hello turned into a conversation, and the following night we were walking past with Lassie and she waved and smiled out the diary window. I was stunned, and stopped in my tracks not quite believing what I was seeing, as fact. A mechanical arm raised to return the the wave – it was autopilot response, not under my instruction as the rest of my body was frozen with disbelief.
It only took two years.
