Connection pt. 3
February 4, 2014 § 1 Comment
Continued from here.
Sandy didn’t know what to say to the offer. She didn’t want to trust a stranger, but she wasn’t about to sleep on an airport floor either. She looked like such a sweet old lady.
“Thank you,” Sandy finally said. She turned to counter and grabbed her purse. The lady at the computer was still grinning idiotically. “I will take you up on your offer.”
“Would you like some help with that?” the old woman asked, reaching for Sandy’s rolling suitcase.
“Oh, no. That’s quite all right. You’re already doing so much by giving me a place to stay. I’m Sandy, by the way,” Sandy said.
“Dorothy,” said Dorothy. What a fitting name, thought Sandy.
It was then Sandy noticed that Dorothy didn’t have any bags.
“I was here to pick up my daughter.” Dorothy intercepted Sandy before she could ask. “But her plane was delayed. I’m sure you can understand that.”
Sandy chuckled. Any ominous feelings she had faded. Sandy followed Dorothy to the parking lot and to an old station wagon.
“It’ll be about an hour to get home,” Dorothy said. “You can rest your eyes if you’d like.”