Miz Ruthie Pays Her Respects
Andrew Dockholm straightened his navy blue JROTC uniform and stepped through the automatic doors leading to the Hillsonville Regional Airport’s baggage claim area. He spotted a tall, silver-haired woman in an ankle-length black dress by the lone conveyor belt. She clutched a leather purse and a bouquet of yellow roses and white lilies in her left hand, and was leaning over to try to catch a small blue suitcase with her right. The woman looked just like her pictures on f*******:, except for the black dress; she was mostly dressed in flowery hippie clothes in those.
“Let me get that for you, Miz Ruthie!” Andrew shouldered his way through the sparse crowd so he could get to the light suitcase before his cousin did.
“Oh! Andrew. Hello there. I could’ve gotten th
