Dear Me, Dad says I have to wash my own sheeps from now on, ‘cause I keep getting them dirty and he thinks I shouldn't play outside just before bed. Do you have any advice? E. J. Delaney ... [+]
He didn't see the woman standing next to him until her face, white and round as the moon, was peering into the car. Her gray hair, long and thin, danced in the wind.Her hand moved in circles, signaling to him to roll down the window."You come here a lot," she said. "I see you when I walk the beach at night.""Where are you walking?" he asked."Oh, it doesn't matter," she said, lifting her long fingers toward the Atlantic. "I don't keep track of my steps, but they still count."He wondered how many calories per step her small frame wore off as she battled the salty wind."What do you do when you co