Pretty crowded train, but I got a seat next to a sweet old lady reading her bible. We just sat there for a bit with me lost in some music. Every now and then a soft bump on my arm, which I assume is her turning a page. I hear her talking, so I turn down my music to see if she's speaking to me.
Nope!
She is talking to her book. Becoming exasperated by whatever she is reading, and crosses herself. Each time she does the 'father, son and holy spirit' gesture, the last part is where her elbow nudges me. She's very, very into it. But she is also very, very old, so she can do what she wants at this point.
Nope!
She is talking to her book. Becoming exasperated by whatever she is reading, and crosses herself. Each time she does the 'father, son and holy spirit' gesture, the last part is where her elbow nudges me. She's very, very into it. But she is also very, very old, so she can do what she wants at this point.
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