Nearly every morning since my sister returned from rehab we go for a walk. The first day we barely made it to the corner and back. But slowly the length grows a little. We walk in our neighborhood, around stores during old lady hour, and twice now in other neighborhoods. One near Dr. Hart's office and the other near the DAR house.
Today we had nail appointments. Not one minute to soon. My toenails were so long that I sliced my big toe open walking on Tuesday. My sock was drenched in blood and my shoe was crunchy when I put it on again. I guess I should have rinsed it out.
Since we were in Easton I suggested we walk at the Palmer Mall. It has always been a low volume mall. People would go to Boscov's or Bon Ton and skip everything in between. We were greeted by this sign. So we made believe we were window shopping. Nothing was open yet at 10:45. What could they say. We did about half the mall. We entered at the center door, walked up the hall, turned left and went to Bon Ton and came back. She did not want to do the other half.
The rent-a-cop never said a word.
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