A little female cry - and an indulgent smirk from my bemused tutee.
The Russian made quick work of saving my lost coin, but not before suggesting I stop tempting fate with words words words!
Every fall we drive down to visit her and her family along the lakefront. We go to the pumpkin patch and buy pumpkins, we take pictures of the fabulous colors, we drink coffee and eat German dessert, and our husbands laugh at us speaking French together, our common tongue. Sometimes a German word will slip in and I'll nod. At other times a string of English.
And it is what it is ... a hodgepodge friendship in my little banged up pot.
Those ten years had brought ups and downs, like years will do for anyone. But when I found her again, I was at a place in my life when the frozen rains had been beating down a little too long, and I needed her cricket song. She is spring to me; and I have learned that friends, my true friends, bring to my life the promise of a newness to come.