Sunset Til Sunrise

It was Thursday morning and the Hummer needed some tweaking...
On the way to the shop she'd been singing along with Aaron Neville, "When something is wrong with my baby..."
She sang it soothingly to the Hummer, hoping it would just self-heal...
As the garage door lifted, she drove in, got out, and picked up the business card of young Watson and said, "How long have you worked here?"
"Six and a half years," he replied.
"Hmm, you look more like a musician," she had remarked.
"A smile had come across his face and he had said, "I am a musician." He was now paying close attention to Simmy and his sincere eyes were fastened onto hers."
"Don't worry, I'm a bit of a freak of nature. I can just do this kind of thing. So, are you in a band?"
"Yes, it's called 'Sunset Til Sunrise.'" Watson replied.
"What do you play?"
"Bass guitar," he said. "And you, are you  musical?"
"I sang in a church band for 7 years," she said.
He seemed impressed. "Do you play an instrument?"
"No, I sing," she said.
"I've taken a few singing lessons but it's hard," he shook his head in disappointment. "I'm teaching myself to play the piano right now," his face lit up.
"Oh, I just watched the movie 'Genius Within' and I'm also reading the book about the life of Glenn Gould."
Young Watson seemed perplexed.
"Do you know who he is?" Simmy asked in response to the furrowed eyebrows.
"No," his eyebrows cinched together, "but his name sounds familiar."
An old gentleman, very tall, kept glancing at Simmy and it was distracting so she turned to him and said, "You look like somebody important."
At this comment he came toward her and sang, "Daddy sang bass..."
Simmy responded, in song perfection cue, "Mama sang tenor, me and little brother would join right in there,..."
"He's a musician, you know," said older fellow to Simmy.
Young Watson nodded his head and said, just a tad drolly, "She knows." 
After the paperwork was done, Simmy had been 'shuttled' back to her house by another old gentleman. An accountant had also been getting a lift to the same end of town.
They had only been driving for a few minutes when Simmy's cellphone rang, "El speaking," she'd answered.
"Hi, it's Deborah. My daughter 'who resembles God' has left Egypt and is on her way to Munich."
"Oh, thank God," Simmy had replied.
After she hung up, she had shared the great news with the two men in the shuttle bus. Deborah's daughter was safely out of Egypt. Whew! Simmy had breathed a sigh of relief.
... Just after 5 p.m. the same day...
Sam and Simmy were shuttled back to the dealership to pick up the Hummer. The only problem-solving that had been applied... a new key had been cut.  Diagnostics showed that everything was in good shape.
As she and Sam drove to Costco to get a few things, Simmy had snapped a great picture of the sky, at sunset. The colours were fresh and crisp with beautiful spring promise.
Sam said, "You're almost out of fresh flowers. Go pick some more."
She chose blue hydrangea and daisies in warm and cold tones of pink.