Sunday, March 16, 2008
Walked into the Unicef Store and had trouble leaving.
My sister told us to gather somewhere and I only remembered the three stores that she had mentioned, all next to each other. I wandered into one and no one was there. I walked back out on the sidewalk and I heard the secret family Brasilian whistle call. My sister gestured me into the Unicef store. Mom and my other sister followed. A wonderful fellow named Walter Duron was there with his wife. They were delivering hundreds of Guatemalan textiles, huipiles and skirts and pants and purses, etc. to...
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