Improvements to the Library Table and Me

At this very moment one Ms. Jean Andrews rubs my library table. She has come by bus this morning to fix it for it was "quite scratched" up by the looms the students used in their weekend bookbinding class, this passed. She is cheerful and rubs while smiling. I watch her from my office desk and awkwardly, the word delightful sounds in my head. Not an altogether comfortable word for my mouth to mouth. She colors the scratches with many colored crayons from a small makeup tin, and rubs and rubs and smiles. She is using mismatched socks she bought from T.J. Max for polishers. I go in to chat with her and check on her progress. As she talks, with her clear English (British) dialect, and her smiling face--everything from eye corners to cheeks to brow--i find myself laughing outloud. She is being funny afterall, and means to make me laugh.

Funny how you don't know someone at all, but with a few minutes alone sharing a task such as this one--a task I hadn't thought of doing but she offered to do--you see into a person. A lovely view.