One day, I noticed something strange.
Every morning, my elderly neighbor, Mrs. Madison—who was nearly 80—arrived and left at the same time as me. Or so I thought. Then it hit me—I had never actually seen her car move. Curiosity got the best of me, so one evening, I walked over and found her fast asleep in the driver’s seat, wrapped in a blanket. The back of her car was packed with boxes of groceries.
