A cloudy and rainy day, Joe peered out the window, sighing. An omen, he thought; shouldn’t be doing this, and Joe secretly hoped no one would come. Sadness overwhelmed him at times this past month, and the auction a culmination of everything that had occurred. Joe was very close to his grandmother, now standing in her home, sensing her presence. Then feeling a hand on his shoulder, thought it was her way of saying it was all right.
The Bag Lady 
a good story Cheryl!
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