waiting for me all along........



  today, while working at a farmer's market in the thumb of michigan..., hold up your right hand, palm facing you... and look at the very center tip of your thumb.  that's exactly where i was, today. 

  while there, i was talking to a lovely lady who was telling me about this "just absolutely wonderful book!" she went on an on... picture her little arms flying with details about it... and her sister, nodding, feverishly in agreement... inserting comments like, "it's really good or you should read it!!"  both shuffled away.... reiterating, "the Guernsey literary and the potato peel society!" 

i was being kind enough... promised that i'd try to get my hands on it... and honestly thought, there is no way, i'll remember a title like that~

i didn't think about the conversation again. 
at all.

4 hours later, en route home, i decided to stop off at this pathetic little thrift shop,  which never, ever has anything, remotely exciting.  well, unless you count old hair curlers, house dresses, and bullet-proof polyester pull-on kelly green dress slacks and donated hospital socks, that God only knows the story behind those!

after vowing never to stop at the dive again, i found myself clicking the lock on my car twice not once and sauntered inside.

betcha know where this story is going, right?

between a stack of reader's digest hardcovers, with no jacket covers, there it was. 
waiting for me. 
smiling at me.

the Guernsey literary  and potato peel society. 
in paperback.
.55 cents. 

i smiled.

it rode home next to me, in the passenger's seat.

coincidence?  i think not.

smile, wink, nod.