Henry spent another week driving people to their destinations. He drove sleepy commuters to their jobs in the mornings and brought them back home, weary from work, in the afternoons. He drove mothers and children, and young lovers who snuggled against each other on thinly-cushioned bus seats. Of all these people, only Henry, their driver, seemed to have no destination in life.
He wondered about Grace, the librarian, and whether they might share a destination some day. There was only one way to find out.
On Saturday morning, after a Friday night of lonely contemplation, Henry decided to postpone his supermarket plans and go for a walk. It was about time he did something about that paunch of his anyway. He walked out of the side streets and turned down Oakland Park Boulevard, six lanes of moderately busy Saturday morning traffic. He headed west, toward the library.
Cars buzzed past him in both directions. Every once in a while someone honked at him. Henry had no idea why anyone would do that, but this wasn't his first walk along a busy South Florida street and he knew that some drivers, for reasons known only to themselves, honked at anything that moved.
Henry focused his gaze straight ahead and thought about what he would say to Grace when he saw her at the library. If she was even at the library today. He didn't know her schedule or even her last name. He should have asked his sister for Grace's phone number.
A little red Toyota honked at him, but he ignored it. He was thinking about where he should invite Grace, and how he would feel if she said no. He would like to go out with her tonight, but maybe she was already busy. A good looking woman like that probably had more suitors than she could handle.
The Toyota stopped in front of him and its hazard lights flashed. The front passenger's side door opened and a pale feminine hand with long red fingernails stuck out from inside the car and waved him toward it.
Henry strode forward as the line of cars behind the Toyota honked and swerved into the middle lane. He peered inside at a tall young lady still in her nightgown. The sheer black material was see-through and revealed pointy full breasts with dark nipples and a dark area at her crotch.
"Get in, Uncle Henry. You are Uncle Henry, right? " the woman said, her deep voice imposing itself over the honking cars around her. "You look just like they described you."
Henry could only nod, unable to take his eyes off her Amazonesque figure.
