I’m pulling out of the Trader Joe’s parking lot when Rose asks what happened to our shopping cart. "I didn’t see you put it away," she says. "I didn’t have to! A nice man was heading into the store, and he took it for me. Wasn’t that kind of him?" Rose ponders a moment. "Maaaybe," … Continue reading Random Acts of Espionage?
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