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We had a lovely dinner, laughing and
We walked toward the car in the nearly empty lot, barely noticing the car parked next to us, occupants inside. I turned the key. No sound returned the greeting. I tried again. Dead.
We took a few deep breaths, considering next steps. He jumped out of the car and went around to the white Jetta parked next to us. Body language told me "no go." He came back to my car
and shared the bad news. Their car was dead, too. What are the chances of that? Two cars, side-by-side, in an empty parking lot, both dead. The guy in the Jetta had a battery, but it wasn't strong enough to
start his car. With a "let's-give-it-a-shot" attitude, he went to plug the yellow portable battery onto my car battery. It was dark, though, and hard to decipher which was the red and which was the black. I wished
for a flashlight. "Jetta" touched a button and a light switched on. Cables ready, my car started right up. Hooray. I turned the car around to be nose to nose with Jetta and he set up my jumper cables. Vvvrrrooommm, vvvrrrooommm. Jetta started up with a sigh. Both cars drove away from that moment at the same time. Blessings and gratitude to the angels of travel, who keep us on our way.
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e walked hand in hand to the restaurant from the parking lot. It was that perfect time of day, the time of long shadows, the play of summer sun, enveloped in light and love.