These shoes are gorgeous, I say to him, but they are awfully big. Why would anyone make such huge shoes?
They were made for a big girl, the old guy says. Or rather, for a girl with big feet.
When I say girl, he says, I mean young woman. Beautiful, she was. But I had no shoes to fit her. She was so disappointed. She loved a pair of red shoes I had, and some green sandals – like those over there – with little tassels. But they were both way too small.
I imagine she was a blonde, I say to him. She’d have to be. To go with those shoes. Or did she have long black hair? And I bet she was dressed in one of those pencil skirts. You know, with a slit up the side.
I don’t know about that, he says. I only noticed her feet. You should have seen those feet walk. No tripping or stumbling for them. I’ve never seen feet walk so steadily, so firmly. They were the kind of feet Continue reading