Distinctive Characters

I'm writing this Tuesday morning at the coffeehouse. There's a lady sitting at the table in front of me who keeps looking at me and smiling like she knows me.

I hope she doesn't know me because I definitely don't know her.

She's blonde. She has her hair back in a ponytail and a Nike baseball cap on top of that. She's medium build. She has a nice jogging suit and expensive running shoes on.

She looks like about twenty-five other suburban mommies I know. I'm sure I've got to look to ...