She hurried from the store, her bag of groceries nestled against her chest as she ran to her car trying her best to miss the rain drops. She was not doing very well… her hair was damp and she felt her wet shirt clinging to her back. The car seemed so far away. She berated herself that she asked for her groceries to be bagged in paper versus plastic. It was an old habit… she was thinking of the environment, instead of common sense. She felt the paper melting under her hands as she continued her fast progression to her car. She could feel the package of eggs pushing itself out of the bottom of the paper bag. As she reached her car, they dropped splashing all over her and her car. She cried out in frustration… an animal cry of desperation escaped her lips. She raised her voice to the heavens speaking out her anger… her frustration…

He reached out and covered her wet shivering head with his dome of safety. His hands grasped the sagging bag, preventing any more of the precious occupants from slipping away. He drew her close to him and tried to calm her… She looked up at him beseechingly… and a little confused. Had it stopped raining? She looked up and saw the blackness… but it was not sky. It was the blackness of the waterproof fabric that was part of the dome. She put the key in her lock and opened her door. He placed the wet sack of groceries into her front seat. She just didn’t know what to say… she was quite thankful and she knew that she would not have been able to achieve that miracle by herself.

She asked if he would be interested in having dinner with her. Nothing fancy… a few eggs… She shook her head realizing her blunder… she no longer had eggs. Their sticky substances was all over her car and her wet slacks.