I’m standing in a parking lot that used to be a supermarket.
It’s the place where i had that unique shopping encounter with a lady named Mrs Whyte.
When my son and I walked out of the store we were carrying these bags of groceries, and we walked with Mrs. Whyte to the bus stop.
We helped her onto the bus, then got off, and watched the bus crawl down the road. Driving home, I began to have this conversation, the one I had with Mrs Whyte, the conversation running through my mind - “Gi...