A Car Ride Home
“She’s very kind... Miss Carson,” Ms. O’Brien nodding to the limited sized towel lent to me to exit the house. “Yet I’m sure she had larger towels... if she intended to completely assuage your concerns over modesty,” the speculation coming with a devilish smile.
It was an act of kindness. As suspected, in picking me up to return home... her home... boss lady Ms. O’Brien parked well down the driveway... a relatively long journey in complete deshabille. At least she did not summon attention by waving my clothing out the window. Still, she blew the horn again. Any alerted neighbors peering from their houses would see the comical sight of me rapidly prancing barefooted down the entire length of the driveway, suitcase in one hand, the other precariously clutching my only cover
