Old Mr. Petrovski was in a hurry. He had medicine in his pocket for his wife, He’d just been to the drugstore, and had visited too long there with the druggist who had taken care of him and his family for over 40 years. Now, he needed to get back to the apartment and make sure Zofia got the medication that would ease her headache and allow her to sleep.
“Zofia,” he thought, as he hurried to the corner where traffic was speeding by. “How could I have left you so long, my dear Zofia! But I’m coming, I’m coming, and soon your poor head will be better.”
Looking carefully, Mr. Petrovski saw that the light had changed. Still, he was cautious. His eyes weren’t as sharp as they’d been when he was young. But there were no vehicles moving against the light, so he placed his cane carefully over…
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