Author’s POV
Grace has been standing at one corner near the cross roads of the main city, waiting for volunteers to show up. Surprisingly she has got ten of them filled but with the sun going down, she eyes the dawn, warily.
“I must change the strategy.” She thinks and hurriedly checks her bag for the address print. “It’ll be useless.” She muses at the address printed on the paper.
Everybody seemed to know where she lived because being the only girl that was not nun, in the city, was sensational news already. Amongst the ten, there were few keenly interested in her private life thus, volunteered themselves. It was no problem for Grace since she was smarter not to tell them anything.
Only if she can get forty more recorded responses; it’s next to impossible but Grace has a faith that it
