TAMARA
Isaiah walked slowly until I caught up to him. His presence was impossible to ignore.
Wherever he went, he pulled attention like a magnet, and in a hospital where women were plenty, it was no different. My friends and colleagues stole glances, some even gasped or whispered his praises, while patients and relatives paused to watch him pass by.
One man, braver than the rest, stopped him and asked where he got his dress shirt from. Isaiah looked bored out of his mind, like he could not believe he had to entertain such a question. I could see the man’s nervous excitement grow while Isaiah stared him down, clearly uninterested. I nudged Isaiah gently, pity filling me for the poor stranger. Isaiah had no intention of answering, but at last, he muttered a name I had never heard before.
