“Missus, can you help?” called a voice from the dark as I walked home from Catherine‘s house. A Latino worker’d lost the keys to his truck and couldn’t find his cell phone. I called the phone, with no luck. I called him an Uber to get home to Virginia. He called to thank me this morning on his, found, cell.
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You are kind and brave! A voice calling from the dark as I walked home alone would be a bit terrifying.
I think the wine and complementary cocktails at dinner set me in the brave zone. (or stupid)
Lovely!
Imagine how much you mean to him.