|I CAN NO LONGER BE CERTAIN.... but I think I know who that is!
Although it has been more than fifty years, I still have a vague memory of someone rushing through a set of big glass doors toward a waiting bus or smoking truck, double parked in a way that trapped our family sedan against the curb. The brittle fingers almost scratched my cheek as they flew by, stretching out to snag something I could not see. . . . and there was that strange slight smile that might also have been a mouse waiting or lurking in the shadows.
Oh, it's probably nothing important . . . . nothing to really worry about now.