I’m startled from the pages by a loud knocking on the door. Opening it, I see a huge gentleman in his Sunday best. “Ma’am, that your car?” he asks, gesturing to the driveway. “Yes,” I whisper. He puts something in my hand. “Left your keys in the door. I seen ‘em on my way to church.” “Thank you,” I say. “Welcome. Bless you,” he says.