The Fine Wine

A woman darted out from the shoulder of the road.

My husband slowed down to try to avoid hitting her. She still bumped into the side of the van. We rolled down the window.

“Please,” she sobbed, “please. I need a ride.” 

We told her we would drop off our children at home and come back for her. We urged her to go to the C-Store, out of the road. Her senses were obviously dulled.

When we returned, she was nowhere to be seen. I asked people at the C-Store and the laundromat if they’...