I was coming home by bus from the Docs Office and the store. And, I'd bought more, and heavier Groceries than I should have. Never go Shopping while Hungry.
Now, I faced a killer Hill. Smoketown is a killer town for Hills and the temperature was 90 degrees eff.
So I set off to walk up the Street to cut through the Smoketown Baptist Church. I was already huffing and puffing after 100 feet and my healed fracture was starting to cry for attention. Usually it is just A dull ache. But now it was really hurting.
My salvation came in the form of two elderly ladies in a sedan who stopped and offered a ride. I was happy to accept!
As we ride up the hill we introduced ourselves. One of them started telling me stories;
"I used to live on C street. I've been in your house! All us kids knew the Stranges. I grew up with Olivar Strange and Gommer. Did you meet them?"
She started telling me stories about the people on my street. How;
"We kids played in everyone's yards and ate out of everyone's refrigerator. Except we didn't eat from some refrigerators 'cause there was nothing in them."
"My mom said"
"she didn't mind"
"cause as she said;"
"No child should go hungry because there's no food."