Shoes—love them or hate them. Mine stay in the closet when I’m at home. But when I go out? I chose my footwear before I select body apparel. If an occasion comes up that requires a new outfit, I buy shoes first, and then match the clothing to the foot gear.
Heels higher than three inches are a challenge for me—love the high ones, but cute hubby is a shorty. Not that height daunts him— he played basketball against loftier dudes, but I hate to be the taller tower between us.
Sarah, my little angel in the Sarah Series, has a problem with heels. She adores them—red ones especially, but she can’t walk in six inch platform stilettos. Angels, you see, fly barefoot or wear slippers. Maybe if she wasn’t short as angels go, she wouldn’t want such soaring attire. Elevated, strappy sandals are on her mental speed dial, but she makes way too many goofs when she attempts to wear them. Did I tell you about the time she appeared as a man but forgot she was wearing red stilettos? Yep, The Superiors frowned a few times after that incident.
In Sarah and a Midnight Cruise to Catalina Island, Sarah tries those shoes again. Here’s an excerpt. She has asked for a size five in the shoe department. The clerk replies that they don’t stock many in that size.
Sarah frowned. Humans considered a size five small for a female’s foot? Well, she could easily remedy that. She blinked at her tootsies and they grew to a size nine. There that should do it. She really wanted to try those red heels.
The worker returned with a box. “You’re in luck, we have a size five.” She removed a shoe from the tissue paper and offered it to Sarah. Glancing at Sarah’s feet, she ogled with her mouth open and then rubbed her eyes. “Just a sec. My Contac’s are bothering me.” She blinked a few times. “Are these shoes for you?”
“Yes. I love the style and color.” Sarah nodded. “Let me try one on.”
Sarah tried to slide her foot into the shoe, but the heel only came to the arch area of her foot. “I guess it doesn’t fit. I may have underestimated my size.”
“Yes, ma’am, I think we need a shoe that’s just a bit larger.”
“Oh? Are you trying them on too?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You said we need a bigger size.”
The employee’s eyes grew to the size of nickels. “Sorry, no, I’m not sampling them, I was using the royal we.”
“Is Queen Elizabeth in here? Where is she? I’d like to say hello.” Sarah glanced about with the shoe dangling from her foot.
The sales lady sputtered. “When I said we, it was a figure of speech—a way to be polite. I’m not trying any on. I meant you.”
Sarah frowned. “Oh.” She removed the shoe and returned it to the woman. “So do you think you have my size?”
“Let’s measure to see what we need.” The lady gulped. “I mean let me measure to see what size you need.” She brought forth a gadget and placed Sarah’s foot on it. “I think a size nine will do it. I’ll be back in a jiffy.” She disappeared behind into the stock room.
When she returned, she shook her head. “I’m so sorry. We don’t have that particular shoe to fit you. We have others. How about this lower-heeled black one?”
Sarah shook her head. “No, thanks. What size do you have in the red stiletto?”
“We only have a five and a seven in stock. You tried the five.”
“Well, bring the seven then. I’m sure the size will fit me.”
The lady lifted her brows but said nothing. As she rounded the corner to the warehouse area, Sarah saw her shake her head and heard her mutter as she passed by a selling partner. “Her foot is a nine. Why does she think a seven will do?”
The woman returned and once more removed a shoe from the box and passed it to Sarah. “This is a seven.”
Sarah donned the shoe, and it glided on perfectly.
With a dropped jaw, the lady gaped at Sarah’s feet.
“See—I knew you’d have red stilettos to fit me.” Sarah slipped the shoe off, removed cash from her bag and gave it to the clerk. “I’ll buy them.”
As Sarah walked from the store with her purchase, she heard the clerk say to the other staff member. “Bonnie, can you cover for me? I think I’m losing it. Did you see that lady I waited on? Each time I brought her a shoe, her foot was a different size, and I’m not talking about a half size—that’s normal. How could her foot go from a five to a nine? And then back down to a seven? And to top that off, she thought the Queen of England might be in here.” She sighed so heartily that Sarah had no trouble hearing it even as the door closed behind her. “That customer takes the cake for weird shoppers. I need to lie down in the break room. That lady really scared me.”
Thank you Brook for hosting Sarah and me on your blog. We are happy to visit with you and your followers.
Sarah and a Midnight Cruise to Catalina Island
She can fly but can she swim? Dyslexic and bumbling angel, Sarah, comes to earth to unite Carolyn with a mate. Poopty doopty! She must do it on a ship while Carolyn cruises to Catalina Island. Sarah fears falling into the ocean, and she’s horrified soggy wings will drown her. On this mission, Talen, an evil spirit is assigned to thwart Heaven’s Little Love Angel’s efforts. Tomas, the Warrior Angel, must protect Sarah. Can Tomas succeed without Sarah goofing up the war between the holy and unholy spirits? Will Talen succeed in spoiling Carolyn’s romance?
Gay N. Lewis has a background in video production and interior design. Her credits include Psalms from the Mountains, The Canadian Rockies and Many Churches, One Vision. As a pastor’s wife and Adult Bible Study Leader, she has written numerous church programs and newsletters. She lives in Fulshear, TX, a small town west of Houston.
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