She was in a big hurry ...

She ran by me going down the street to the "el". She was in a hurry and had big red hair that was bouncing as she walked in chunky heels. Her rushing did not get her to her destination any earlier. She was on the platform waiting for the train as I arrived and was still in a hurry as she bolted into the train door ahead of me.

I sat by the window. Around Belmont a very sweet young woman sat next to me in a bright green coat that matches the bright green on the walls in my guest room (it was there when I loved in). She was having a nice conversation with her mother. After she was done, she pulled out her Bible and was reading from the book of John, chapter 3.

I have a thing about reading the paper everyday - the RedEye and/or Tribune. Today though, Maybe cause it is Friday, I wanted read my book about the pretty slave girl in the Caribbean which is due for my book club on the 31st. The name is obviously escaping me right now.