Produce

Pull up in your car and we’ll load it with fresh, free produce. I was managing the line of cars. The line moved slowly. A horn. I knew who it was. Another blare. A regular, and fit to be tied. She pulled up, got out, walked back where the kids were loading her trunk and started in on them. It was a scene. I’m careful about such things, but I put my hand on her shoulder and steered her back into her car. I said, “We will all do better next time.” And we will. She nodded and drove off.