Now, it would be her time. There were three of them, the birds as black as night, the crows which circled one intent upon you, the others moving ahead... preparing, and waiting. The two who even now took human form waiting for you to turn the corner of the path. The third alighting to take shape and prepare to come to your inevitable rescue. None of them, or their dark Mistress aware of the stranger who would play a pivotal role, perhaps changing nothing or may haps everything. ‘Well, well what. She gave her mom a warm, slightly condescending, smile, ‘Of course mom, but I’ve made up my mind.’ Andrea reached over and picked a piece of lint off her daughter’s dress and flicked it on the floor, ‘I don’t want you to change your mind. I only want to help you better understand.’ Maureen leaned back slightly, ‘Understand? What’s not to understand?’ Andrea saw and sensed the growing impatience, ‘Has Cal said anything about your legs?’ Maureen looked down at her legs, the scars, the dozens of. That meant first locating the books, maneuvering the cart as close as possible, then toting the books to the cart and stacking them by class so they could be delivered.I would wind up with as many as six stacks of the same book destined for the same class and by the time the cart was loaded, it contained enough texts for 30 to 40 classes. Sounds like a lot, right? It's not when you are stacking on textbooks for six classes for over 3,300 students! Maybe I was slow but I didn't get the first. She told me she was first generation American with her parents moving to the States about five years before she was born. She was married but her husband had been killed in an auto accident when she was just three months pregnant with her daughter Katie. She had not dated since then -- focusing on motherhood and her career. She was had worked her way up to being a Senior VP of Marketing while juggling being a single mom. She asked some caring questions about my own loss and if I had dated.