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Kerina
I walk toward the woman. She is half bent over, but still blatantly staring at me.
‘Do you know me?’ I ask.
The woman shakes her head.
‘Then why do you keep looking at me?’
‘I could ask you the same thing, but I already know the answer.’
‘What’s that?’
‘You think I might be the kind of person you can ask questions of.’
‘Are you?’ says Vera, stepping in front of the woman.
The woman reaches down for her sack and pushes it against Vera. ‘I might be if you can carry that for me. My back plays up a bit these days, not enough nutrients for my weary bones.’
Vera carries the sack and follows behind me and our new acquaintance.
‘Do you have a name?’ asks Vera.
‘I do,’ says the woman.
We turn down a laneway where the crowds have thinned.
‘I’m Vera and this is … Kailey.’
‘I
