What would you see out of your window while chatting with your sis?
My go-to spot while confabulating with my sister is the soon-to-be-painted room where I sit on the bench overlooking the street. As I did so last evening, an unknown red car came up our driveway and must have turned around, leaving the opposite way it came. I witnessed the departure while speaking to my riveted-with-the-details sister. We live on a dead end.
Someone was lost. My husband drove out to rescue the driver, an older woman, who obviously was in the wrong ‘hood. It’s happened before. The sad part of this tale?
We apparently have nothing better to do on a Friday evening.