It was summer when he came. July, actually.

Somehow, he manage to let me know that he wanted to see me when he was here.
But before the date which I have booked my ticket for the show (two days beforehead), my husband and I brought 3 dozens Krispy Cream donuts to the theatre
since I know from experience, thathe has a sweet
tooth and he likes donuts.

No, he never been to my house. I wait for him after
the show at the stage door. It took a while for him
to come out because he was detained by people who wanted to talk to him.
He was full of apology when he came out and hugged me
tight. It's been at least 6 years since I last saw him.
And we talked and talked and talked for more than half
an hour, it was well after 11pm when I remembered my
husband was waiting to pick me up and so I told him.
He surprised me by asking where was he and that he wanted to meet the man.
He was most polite when he met my husband, calling him 'Sir'...lolol....due to my husband's profession...
he's a priest.
They talked a bit and I took pictures...
A most memorial night it was... :-)


Yours, Selina