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576 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2001
What he would give to reel back in the words that he let so carelessly slip from his tongue. But it was too late; the words were irretrievable.
“Madam, how may I help you today?” The woman could not speak. She glanced left and right, not certain to whom the baker was talking. “Madam, may I help you?” She stood frozen. Her heart pounded within her chest. She was not certain why, but tears began to form in her eyes. She could not accept nor comprehend that someone was actually offering aid. Through the past many months...she had been asking, even pleading for help, but none came. Now someone had uttered a simple entreaty, she didn’t know how to respond. She knew that his question had precious little to do with her circumstance, but it didn’t matter. To her, it was as if the voice of God was speaking to her tired and spent soul. it was a small thing, yet to her it was immense. To be regarded was an experience grown foreign to her. She drank it in like cool water over parched lips and altogether forgot why she had come. The baker inquired of her again, this time more specifically: “Some pastries, perhaps, or fresh baked bread?”