Talking With the Driver Janie
Janie, the driver, tries to break the uncomfortable atmosphere by striking the match of talks. I try to listen politely. She saw my gucci replica watch for a while and said,
“Once I have a piece of replica watch like yours. But my father was ill. I had to sell everything to exchange money.” I asked, “What was wrong with him?” With her eyes wet and her voice unusual, she answered, “Heart trouble.” Her eyes lowered as she continued. “I’ve already lost my mum, so I don’t think I can stand losing him.” I couldn’t answer. My heart ached for her. I sat on the seat thinking of the great pain my own mother was thrown into when her father died. I saw how hard it was, and still is, for her. I wouldn’t want to anyone to go through that. My gucci replica was my mother’s. She sent it to me when she was dying. I miss her so much.