…Carry these men and women who get lost when the sun goes down

WHO ….was a pupil.

In Her class.

She never used a pointer, but knew how to single you out.  He called it The Flying Fickle Finger of Fate, and that digit indeed touched his oblivious forehead.  He had his nose in a Hare Krishna book whilst the class was studying Eastern religion.

SHE made an example.

WHO followed her home.  The sun was setting.  She opened the door to her garage.
He watched, something sharp in his back pocket.

He closed the door.

SHE gave him a hand…….