Walking home from school
I was walking home from school on a cool fall day. The sun was shining and I was feeling great. Small midwestern towns are great places to live. Everyone knows everyone, and their stories. As I walked down a particularly shady street, I heard someone calling my name. It was Mrs. Hale. I had known her from the local pool. She was a 30ish lifeguard at the pool. Her husband was a truck driver. He was rarely home, and she was a talker. I said, "Hey Mrs. Hale." She asked me if I could help her with...