Today I perpetrated a good deed, unbeknownst to me…
I was doing a reading and signing of my newest book tonight; an author doesn’t always fill a room, believe me, and tonight was one of those nights. But there were a couple of nice ladies in the store, and when my event was over they came up to speak with me further. We had fun, and naturally started to compare notes. Turned out we had a lot in common: of all things, Mary had grown up in the town next to me — this is almost 1,500 miles away from where we stood! I recognized her as Cape Verdean — we have many folks in New Bedford from the islands, as well as from Portugal: they have a long history as fishermen. She had just moved to this town we were in, and hardly knew a soul.
Lady number two, named Therese (my aunt’s name! I exclaim), pipes up. She says she used to teach a lot of Cape Verdean kids in Boston. Also turns out they both served for many years as social workers. So here were the three of us, far, far away, talking about Cape Cod and Boston and the like. Nice. Homey.
Eventually we kissed goodbye, I bid them farewell, and I went to collect my things. As I headed out the door, I turned around and spotted them, pulling a couple of chairs at the bookstore’s bar, about to sit down and cement a friendship.
The best things can happen behind your own back.