Americans love the English
accent. It’s so varied in its dialect but they love hearing our pronunciation and
Ye Olde Speke. So it came as no surprise that a gentleman in the donut shop
asked if he could join us. Apparently my mother looked just like his sister and
wanted to find out a bit about us. We told him briefly about our tour across
the US and he told us about his visit to Washington which was about National Prayer
Day. He told us what it entailed and he worked part-time teaching at a university
and told us about his publishing business which has an office in London, at
which point he handed us a pamphlet and asked if he could say a prayer for us.
As we had our tour planned, we were quite confident in declining his invitation
to join him, but as we prepared to leave we noticed that he had already gone
ahead into our hotel. Luckily, we shared a different lift but he did spot us on
our floor going into our room. I hope he was staying there.
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