She waved at me as I came to a stop then grabbed the box and lugged it to the back door. I leaned over and opened it, then she put the box, which had no top to cover the contents, on the seat. I could easily see what was inside. In the five seconds it took Quilla to close the back door, open the front door and get inside I managed to see a few yellow tablets, several overflowing photo albums and a couple of smaller containers that resembled jewelry boxes. “I like people who are on time,” she said as he strapped on her seat belt. “I'm a Virgo. A Virgo is never late.” She smiled excitedly. “I'm a Virgo too! What day?” “August thirtieth.” “I'm August twenty-ninth! No wonder we get along.” I smiled. It was nice to see her happy. “Does your mother know about the meeting?” “You kidding? Number one: I didn't even tell her.
