A stormy winter’s morning.
The walk to the subway, past the school. At the bottom of the road, the lollipop lady, new on the block. Her high-vis stands out in the morning gloom.
‘Yes or no?’, she says.
There is no one else around. Realising she’s asking me if would like her to help me across, I reply.
‘Yes,’ I say, already halfway across the narrow road. ‘Thank you.’
‘Oh, I just love it.’
‘Even in this weather?’