“Were we, Honey?” Judy said.
“We certainly were,” Honey replied. “Yours, when you were little.”
“Oh, I thought—” the little girl began.
“Quit thinking about it, Penny. It won’t help,” the boy interrupted.
“Who are you?” Judy asked the children. “And where did you come from?”
“I’m Paul and she’s Penny. We came from the car,” the boy explained. “Mom can’t get it started. She needs someone to push her.”
“I’m her man,” Horace said.
He turned his car around and invited the children to come with him.
“Do we have to?” Penny asked shyly. “I want to stay here and play. I’m tired of riding.”
“Me, too. You’ll find Mom all right. Our car’s stalled just a little way beyond your sign. It’s an old beat-up green car,” Paul explained.