“Where did you come from, honey?”

     “Shshshshshshshipshewana, IIIIIIIIIIIndiana.”

     “Oh, Amish country.”

     “Yyyyyyyyyou kkkkkkkknow?”

     “Not a lot, but a little.”

     Cecily smiled.  She felt odd carrying her suitcase with her down the street, and hoped wherever they were going, they didn’t think of her as a threat carrying the thing.

     The woman went into the bank, did her business, and they were walking on the sidewalk, back the way they came.

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