Monday, February 28, 2011

How will they get home?

Parked facing the laundromat, Mom watches me pick up the freshly washed quilt and put it in the back seat. I get in the driver's
seat. She asks, "What about all those other people? Aren't they coming in our car?"

"No, not in our car",I answer.

"Then how will they get home?"

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