ANGELICA
A ngelica glances at her phone to check the time. She’s not used to being out this late. Clutching her rosary for protection, she whispers her Hail Marys as she makes her way through the valley of darkness. "Have mercy on me, Lord. Please send a car my way." As if on cue, a car pulls up and stops. Without hesitation, she rushes inside, exclaiming, "Thank you, God!" "Please, I’m stopping at the library," she informs the driver. As a "JJC" unfamiliar with the city, she’s heard countless warnings about entering a stranger’s car. Realizing her mistake too late, she grips her rosary tighter, making sure the driver sees it. Oh, Angelica, isn’t it too late for that? Sensing her discomfort, the driver chuckles. "Calm down. I don’t bite. I’m just offering a ride. It’s too late for a lady to be standing alone on the road." She reddens in embarrassment but relaxes slightly. That doesn’t mean you should stop praying, Auntie! She arrives at her s...