We stopped in the left lane a few cars back from a red light. A woman, perhaps forty or maybe fifty years old, wandered between the vehicles. Her thin gray shoulder- length hair, clean but wispy refused to stay tucked behind her ears in the light wind. Her clothes, worn but unstained hung loose on a frame that once was not so painfully spare.The gray eyes in her tanned, weathered face peeked into each car. My husband and I both scrambled for our wallets. He extracted a five d
