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When Harry Met Sally
- ordering at the diner |
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When Harry Met Sally
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When Harry Met Sally
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Meant to Be Together
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A Thousand Marbles
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| Dave Barry's column 12/27/01 | |
| Dave Barry's column 3/10/02 | |
| Interview with God |
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| The Kitchen God's Wife by
Amy Tan |
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Finally I could leave the house! But I saw it was too late to
change my life, almost eleven o'clock arleady. I tried to keep all my
thoughts on seeing Peanut, what a happy reunion this would be. I was carrying
the little package Old Aunt had asked me to bring. To that I had added
five pairs of imported stockings. How happy Peanut would be to see this.
But of course, my mind kept turning to that little bookshop across from the teahouse. I pictured Jimmy Louie browsing through books, impatiently looking at his watch. I thought about hiring a taxi. And then I imagined Jimmy Louie looking at his watch once again, then leaving the store. I decided not to hurry myself to what would surely be an empty disappointment. So I pushed my hopes down and waited for the bus. When I arrived at San Ying Road, it was already almost noon. I had to force myself to walk slowly, calmly. And as I drew close to that bookshop, I had to force myself not to look. Keep walking, keep walking. I could not breathe. I told myself, Don't fool yourself. He isn't there. Keep walking. I did not allow myself to look to the side. My eyes faced the center of the road. Don't look. Keep walking. I passed the bookshop. I didn't look. I kept walking until I was one block away. I stopped. I let out a big sigh. And I had alittle ache in my heart and realized I had let some hope leak out of there. And then I sighed again, this oen very sad. And another sigh followed, one of relief, only it did not come from me. I turned around. To see his face! The joy on his face! We said no words. He took my hands and held them firmly. And we both stood in the road, our eyes wet with happiness, knowing without speaking that we both felt the same way. And now I have to stop. Because every time I remember this, I have to cry a little by myself. I don't know why something that made me so happy then feels so sad now. Maybe that is the way it is with the best memories. ~ The Kitchen
God's Wife pg. 440-441
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