The end

I started, confused by this strange man. I tentatively asked,"Who's Josephine?" He slowly began to speak in a sad voice. "Josephine, my daughter. She had curly blonde hair and green eyes that sparkled when she was happy. Just like you. Sorry for following you. Its just that I miss her so much. She never let us take any pictures of her." I didn't know what to say. We launched into a long conversation about Josephine, and baking, and life in general, I hardly noticed when Isabel walked over. Then she brought me back to reality. "Who's this?" she quieried. I realized I didn't even know his name. "Everett Baker", he replied. The name caught me by surprise. A 22 year old girl named Josephine Baker had been killed by a drunk driver in La Salle during my senior year of high school. I had so many questions to ask Mr.Baker, but there was not enough time. My lunch break would end in less than 10 minutes. "We'll meet again?" I asked. "Sometime, somewhere," he replied. I waved goodbye to Mr.Baker.