Tourists in Our Own City Part 2
The waiter said my brother’s arms should be around me – he mistook my brother for my boyfriend! That keeps happening to us. A priest once thought my brother and I were “together”. Eck.
I wasn’t that tall, but I always thought I wasn’t someone who’d look teeny when among other people. But Adrian and Carlo obviously towered over me!
The only coffee shop in town was a Gloria Jeans franchise. Made me wish there were other coffee places to go to…
Eventually, my brother had to leave for afternoon classes.
After my brother left, Carlo and I were off. But we didn’t watch Sherlock Holmes, because, well…
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