A Sweaty Guy is Kinda Creepy

The “old” International Market Place

In the meantime, I continued to go to my 12 Step meetings, staying sober “one day at a time”.

The International Marketplace is (was) a sort of open air shopping center full of little kiosks selling jewelry, t-shirts and Polynesian knick-knacks.

Finally, on the third day I found her arranging earrings in one of her display cases.

To my relief, she gave me her business card. “I’m really busy with the shop and my girls, but give me a call.”

The tops of the mountains were partially shrouded by clouds.

I looked at her as she lay staring at the ceiling. “Do you believe in psychics?” she asked.

It was time to go; she took me to the airport and we kissed goodbye.



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