This girl helped him out last Friday. Or maybe he helped her with the festive flower arches. They worked great to string up her display lines. Either way, the city park was adorned once more with the artwork of talented local youth.
Her students hear of their value to God and to their nation.
She asked me if we were coming back the next day. I guess paint and string and butterflies add infinite interest to daily life in the park.
Henna was a hit with the older crowd. The park is a thoroughfare for high school and university students. Go greased lightening.
I'm not as popular as I thought.
You gotta admire a persistent gal.
I smiled at her.
"Spaceeba. (Thank you), " she whispered and dropped a tiny kiss on my cheek. She darted away.
"Oh--," I whisped. (Which is between a gasp and whisper and should be a real word.)
I had just experienced the most beautiful thing in Jalalabad.
Mr. Mayor, take note.