Fifteen years ago

My mile and a half down the road neighbor told me this story last night He's 85.  He was a beloved math teacher for 45 years. When he heard where I lived he asked me how long I have lived there.

Fifteen years ago we were leaving the Romanian church on Easter Sunday heading to my house in Blackstone. My in-laws were following behind me as I turned onto East School Street. I kept glancing in the rear view mirror and slowing down to make sure they were with me. I pulled over. Suddenly my passenger door opened and a prostitute jumped in and sat down beside me. She thought I was looking at her!