Sometimes, as Luke passed by, he would see her in the front garden tending to her flowerbed. Or at other times, sitting on her porch, with ankles crossed, reading, slightly bent forward, her auburn tresses resting on her bosom.
Today, she just happened to be in her garden. Not reading, however, nor on her knees weeding. Instead, she stood at her front fence, seemingly to be watching out for something, or someone.
As Luke neared, she waved to him, as though trying to catch his attention.
“Can you stop for a minute, please,” she called out to him.
“Luke brought his bike to a standstill and climbed off, leaning it against the fence.
“I'm sorry to stop you like this, you're probably in a hurry. I just wanted to ask you something. You might be able to help.”
Luke's white teeth flashed a brilliant smile and his brown eyes twinkled. “Ask away,” he said. “I'll certainly help if I can.”