45 - Kathleen
I almost dropped the megaphone, seeing the young cropped-haired woman, hobbling on one crutch, and voicing such outrage than I was taken aback. She was wearing the outfit of her first day here, the baggy cargo pants and the olive T-shirt.
Maeve’s voice had a mocking lilt as she made her way, calling out, hey, you’re horny? To the males who did not step away fast enough. She came to the base of the stairs, leaning on her crutches.
She hobbled up the first stair. Stan zoomed down to help her up. Once on the porch, her incredible eyes bored into the old man’s face.
“For your information, I was the woman saved by Dr. Salim. Yeah, saved!” She repeated in a loud voice.
I lent her the loudspeaker and Maeve rolled on.
“The fishes are dying in the waters, and the fishermen have
