A black woman with multi-colored ribbons wound through thick braids appeared from around a corner. When she saw Paige, the woman threw her arms around her. "I thought I heard voices."
"It's so good to see you, Belle," Paige said, all innocence and smiles. "You haven't changed a bit."
While they played catch-up, I wandered around the small lobby, eying the various dragon and stick figure drawings colored in crayon taped to the walls. The building smelled like old paper, which kind of reminded me of school, which made me even more uncomfortable than I already was.
I paused next to a side window and peered out, as if I expected a squad of police cars to be parked across the street. But I always wore my hooded sweatshirt when I was selling to cover my face. No one would recognize me. Still
