I held the door open for this little, spry older woman who reminded me of my mom. It was yesterday, Friday, and my mom used to get her hair done on Friday mornings.
As the woman, with a nice hairdo, was leaving the bank as I was entering , I stated, "I do one nice thing a day and this is it." She laughed and touched my arm so slightly and said, "My friends say I am an angel, consider that you have been touched by an angel." I laughed and stepped aside as another customer was entering the bank. When I went to say something to the woman with the attractive hairdo, I discovered she was gone! I wonder to wonder, who was that woman and why did she show up at that bank at that time and that day?
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