A Night in the Life of a Homeless Stranger

The car sat idling, no sign of its driver. His golfing buddy had seen me in the restaurant and mentioned it to my stepfather. The man had gone out in the middle of the night playing hunches all over town looking for me. He was also holding something in his left hand, down near his waist, something very small I couldn't see just what. It became obvious that there would be no further instruction so I lifted my foot off the brake and the car rolled forward.