A few people nearby help me pick up the books. Some even come behind the desk to clean up the papers that scattered in the avalanche. It blesses my heart that people don’t think twice to help. They don’t even offer; they just help. A gooey warmth settles in my chest, reminding me that this is my town now. I am one of them.
Guess I’m a cynical NYer because as soon as I read about Gretchen and others coming behind the desk I was sure the money envelope would be gone!
