I was the only passenger to disembark at the Strasburg park-and-ride lot.
"Is someone meeting you here?" The bus driver was concerned.
"My mother is picking me up," I said.
"If she's not here yet, I can wait with you or drop you at the store."
Really?
He pulled into the lot.
"What does her car look like?"
I admitted I don't know. The car is new.
"That's her," said the driving, pulling up to a silver car and shining the headlights onto a woman who looked like my mother even to someone who'd only seen me out of the corner of his eye. He was right.
Mom and her husband and I went to have dinner with Aunt Peggy. Mom's husband took this nice photo of my aunt, my mother, and me.
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