Story

Jerry was driving home late one night when he saw a young lady waiting by a bus stop. He stopped his car and told her that he didn't think the buses were running so late at night and offered her a ride. The fall night air was getting chilly, so he took off his jacket and gave it to her. Jerry found out that the girl's name was Mary and she was on her way home. After an hours drive, they arrived at her home and he dropped her off at by the front door. Jerry said goodnight and went home himself. The next day he remembered Mary still had his jacket. He drove to her house and knocked at her door, and old woman answered. Jerry told her about the ride he had given her daughter Mary, and had come back to get the jacket he had lent her. The old woman seemed very confused. Jerry noticed a picture of Mary on the fireplace mantel. He pointed to it and told the old woman that was the girl he had given a ride to. With her voice shaking, the old woman told Jerry that his daughter had been dead for many years and had been buried at a cemetery an hours drive from there. Jerry drove to the cemetery.... He found his jacket, neatly folded on top of a grave...the name on the gravestone was Mary!