Llove Letters

I was about to exit the lobby of Baylor All-Saints around 11 o’clock last night when a lady called out to me. During a brief conversation she told me her car was on the fritz, and she had been stranded in the area after doing some after school business. She wore the badge of a teacher at a local public school near the hospital. She asked if I would drive her home (a few miles away). I was wondering why she didn’t seem to be afraid of me. It was late, I was tired, and I don’t look all that attractive when I am at my best. Of course, she could not possibly have known…