'Perhaps you'd like to come with me.'Perhaps you'd like to come with me.' And she took me by the arm, and steered me out of the store and onto the street. She had a determined look on her face that allowed me no argument. We turned and walked a short distance to her car. She was about the same height as me, maybe ten or fifteen years older, but her black hair showed no signs of grey. Her shoes hammered out a staccato beat as she hurried me along the pavement. She opened the passenger door of her car for me, and I got in. She quickly got in the other side, and steered out into the traffic. |