“How are you so ridiculously sweet?” I asked the waitress at the diner this afternoon.
I was having lunch with Rob. We’ve been friends for thirty-two years.
The waitress, who has photos of her dog pasted on the cover of the notebook she writes orders into, took a step away, looked back in our direction, smiled a genuine smile and answered, “How can you not be kind in this world?”
How can you not be.