Mom drinks a lot of Diet Dr. Pepper from the 76 station down the hill.  We go at least once a day.  Peter, the owner from India, always greets us with “hows your days?”.  He talks to us about our work, or the weather.  He calls Kimberly “Emily” or “Emberly”, I can’t tell which one.  Dil, his brother, calls me “Kelly”.  Peter tries to spark up conversation, but mom doesn’t understand him and just smiles or says yes at the wrong times.  Now Kimberly just says “you betcha” and nods but doesn’t go there without a translator.

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One Response to Emberly

  1. lezlie says:

    Yes!! I have been waiting for a soda post.

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