“If you can make it to the corner, there’s a café where we can sit and I can look at your foot.”
“Are you a doctor?”
“No. But perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to establish if you need one at all, no? Look, if you don’t want me to check your foot, I can wait with you until your boyfriend or father arrives to take you home.”
“Then you’ll have to wait a long time!” Lian said, laughing.
“Why? Come on, lean on my arm,” offered the man.
Lian wasn’t sure why, but she slowly began to relax.
“Because my father is in New York.”
“Alright, but I’m sure there’s someone who can take you home. If there isn’t, that’s good news for me, because I’d be glad to help you.”
“Okay,” she answered, and cautiously tried walking with her left foot. It hurt, but she thought that if something were broken or she had an
