I nearly got up. 

Help the pickup driver? Good Samaritan? Not me.

Forty-eight futile minutes trying to maneuver the big RV into the space.

I’d had a boat on a trailer. Could barely get it to the launch ramp.

Plus, I’m an introvert. Don’t initiate talking. Or like people much. 

Knock, knock. 

My heart skipped. 

“I’m Helen,” she said. We shook hands. 

A bit younger than me. First thought: “Perfect.” 

I lost my soul in her emerald eyes. 

“Help me back into that space?”

No thanks to me, we’ve been travelling together for two years. 

I’m nicer to strangers now.