| Steve was driving home from work, quite late at night,
around 10:30. As he was driving, he noticed a beautiful young lady
at the bus stop. He stopped to see if he could give her a ride home.
It was getting kind of chilly, so he offered his jacket to her. They
talked for a while. Soon Steve found out that the ladyâs name was
Kathy. After a good long hour they arrived at her house. He
dropped her off, and went home himself. While he was driving home
Steve realized that Kathy still had his jacket. He didnât want
to turn around and go back so he decided to get it in the morning before
work. |
When he arrived at her house the next morning, her mother
answered the door. Steve told her about the ride he had given Kathy,
and that he had left his jacket with her. Her mother, looking very
confused, said in a quivery voice that Kathy died twenty-one years ago
and was buried in a cemetery near the bus stop about an hour away.
Steve went to the cemetery to see if this could be true. He found
his jacket folded neatly on a gravestone which had the name of Kathy Stevenson
printed on it. |
