Actually it’s two right feet I ended up with – in my packing I didn’t think to check the two sandals I grabbed off the shelf. Husband, having an identical pair, I ended up with one of my right shoes, and one of his. So he has two left to match my right. Sigh, I only noticed that when I arose in San Diego, somewhat befuddled after twenty hours of travel. More
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