“Your grandmother? About what?” Riley asked, contemplating how much she should actually reveal. “Your car. My granddad helping you with it, or�...whatever.” He said, as he reached down to pick off a piece of the crust of her bread. “Oh, uh, just that he’ll ride me up to the station tomorrow.” “Yeah, okay. That makes sense.” He said, playing with the small piece of crust he’d torn away. He transferred it back and forth between his palms, then let it slip through open fingers to the floor. He was. I have worked there and with this women for over 25 years her name we'll say is D. She was Married I was a widower losing my wife five years earlier. D was always very friendly and touchy feely but she was a little depressed for a long while and after asking what was wrong at least a dozen time she finally told me one day in the parking lot. She said her husband was totally ignoring her after their daughter left for college and they work different shifts she was lonely. I told her if she. Not in this vaccine, or the other ones I had as a child. I don’t know what’s in the Big Mac, or in hot dogs. I don’t have a clue of what is in treatments, for cancer, AIDS, polyarthritis, or vaccines for infants or children.I also don’t know what’s in Ibuprofen, Tylenol, or other meds. Hey, they just cures my headaches and ease my pains.I don’t have a clue of what is in the ink for tattoos.So, In short, there are a lot of things I don’t know. I just know one thing: life is short, very short. I. I started to lose it; this couldn’t be happening, the day was meant to be hot, sunny and sexy. Not this. Just as tears began to well in my eyes a gentleman came over and offered to carry my bags; he waved down the bus and we both entered.I thanked him and turned to the back of the bus and a quiet spot to sort myself out. At first I just sat there for a few minutes feeling sorry for myself and cursing my husband for letting me down. As for my shoes I would make him buy me a new pair. Then it.