Mentally, Tom threw his hands in the air. He could just walk away, go to his meeting, forget about this woman and never think about her again. But that wasn’t him. That wasn’t who Tom Parker was, and that wasn’t what he would be able to do. He couldn’t just walk away, so he walked back over to her and said, “It’s okay. I’ll help you put it all back.”
“Are you sure?” the old woman asked. “I don’t want to keep you from your business.”
“It’s fine,” Tom said, but he knew that this might cost him campaign in exchange for a good feeling of helping. He just hoped that his client and his team would understand.
He quickly, but carefully, replaced the contents of the trunk. The old woman nodded to herself slightly, smiled and turned away from Tom. She walked to the driver’s side door, opened it and cautiously, made her way into the seat. She looked again at Tom in the side view mirror, working as fast as he could, sweating and dirty and occasionally looking at his watch. She looked at her watch and gave a sigh of satisfaction, a slight chuckle and a slight nod of approval.
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