I reached around the back seat and grabbed onto a large flashlight that was on the floorboard. As this figure walked around to my mom’s side of the car I held it firmly in my hand. The figure was a woman. Tall, slender and quite docile it seemed. I, however would not be fooled by this act. I just knew she was up to something. She started to speak to my mom and to my surprise she spoke German! My mother is from Germany and most of my older siblings speak very fluent German. I could not understand a word they were saying. Yet I still held the flashlight tight! Then my mother rolled the window up a ways and asked me if I would mind giving this woman a ride home. Her ride had apparently not shown and she would be stuck out here if we didn't. I asked my mom why this lady couldn't call someone else. My mom told me that this woman had just moved here from Germany and they had not yet had their phone turned on. I felt this to be very strange and said that I really didn't like the idea of giving her a ride. Mom patted me on the shoulder and said it would be all right. I insisted that I sit in the backseat then, that way I figured that if she pulled something funny I would be able to whack her on the head and take care of any problems. Mom said that would be fine.