“Sometimes, I can get depressed," Grace begins. “I have learned that our wardrobe can make or break our self-confidence. I am wearing dresses here."
I quicken my steps to stand in front of her. Then, turn to walk backward. My hands are up in surrender.
She blushes.
“Do you know why I am following you to the pasture, Pierre?" she asks as she slows down her pace to match my speed, which has since slowed down, walking backward.
I almost trip on a casuarina tree's long root and jump backward instead.
“Pierre," she calls my name again.
“Yeah?"
I turn to momentarily look at her as I spin to walk forward again.
“I heard you, Grace."
She smiles.
“Justice."
“The reason you are following me is because of justice?"
“Mm-hmm," she says.
I lift my hands to warn her
