It took everything I had to be patient with her, not to hurry her along. It wouldn’t have done much good to urge her to keep up, because she couldn’t have done it. So I reset my eager, impatient brain. I went at her pace. We chatted along the way, and we got where we were going. What was my hurry, anyway?
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