the older woman is flying up the mountainous gravel road ahead of our car. i don't bother trying to keep up. weed has slowed my ability to depress the accelerator with any real meaning. i park the car and the woman informs us that it's going to take them a while to open the museum and suggest we walk down the trail and visit wilhelms tomb.
she doesn't slow as she walks up the steps and walks towards us. it's clear that if i don't move she will walk right through me in order to get to the glass door i'm standing in front of. i march up the steps with her and while we're walking in step she says "are you familiar with wilhelm's work?" "yes, very!" i proudly answer. this is the correct answer and i can she she's pleased. i'm pleased to have pleased this non-nonsense dynamo who is now marching up the porch steps towards john and kate who are standing in front of the door.
