Patricia Riddle Gaddis
Storms have a way of skipping certain things altogether. Sometimes, during a hurricane, everything in a neighbourhood will be destroyed while one of the houses will remain with the porch furniture untouched,â€ the old lady said. Would you like a ride somewhere?â€ I asked, seeing that the rain had almost stopped. â€œThat would be very sweet of you, my dearâ€ she said.
I asked her to wait for me at the door while I pulled the car around to pick her up. It was still sprinkling rain, and I noticed that she did not have an umbrella. As I walked to my car, I glanced back and she smiled and raised her hand in a wave. So much like my grandmother, I thought, as I jumped into the car. As I drove up to the entrance, I didnâ€™t see her anywhere
so I beeped my horn. She didnâ€™t come out. Finally, after waiting a minute or two longer, I turned off the engine and hurried into the library to get her.
The power was now back on and I looked carefully throughout the library, but she was nowhere to be found. I asked one of the librarians if she had seen the lady that Iâ€™d talked with for over an hour. She seemed puzzled.
â€œI saw you sitting there in the lobby during the storm,â€ she said, â€œand I heard you quietly talking, but I didnâ€™t see anyone else. In fact, I thought you were talking to someone on your cell phone.â€ I walked out of the library in shock. When I arrived home, I hurried into the backyard, my clothesline was dry!