Sep 25 2008
Case File #2 Part #2
It’s been nearly two hours of walking down the highway, cars buzzing past without a care in the world. Some care enough to honk, and perhaps point and laugh about your situation to their passengers in the car; but finally someone stops. It is a kind old lady driving an old wood-paneled station wagon.
“Need a lift, dear?” Asks the old lady as her car pulls up on the side of the highway in front of you.
“Oh yeah, thanks ma’am!” Without wasting another second you open the back door, throw your backpack in and begin to follow.
“Oh, you can sit up here in the front with me. I won’t bite.” The old lady has a sweet, warm laugh.
