The next day, Imma left early from work to pick up Gift at her office. It was supposed to be a short drive, but on a Friday afternoon he was able to weave only slowly through the traffic. I can’t go beyond the speed limit. I’m a new man. He was constantly reminding himself of that these days. New life, new behaviour, new fruits, as they said at most of the Fellowship meetings he had attended so far.
His dashboard clock read 3:50 pm as he parked opposite Gift’s office. Thank God. I’d hate to keep her waiting. Gift was a stickler for time, and they had agreed on 4 pm. Imma sighted her crossing with her hair swaying gracefully in the light wind, and waved. Otherwise, finding him in that overfilled parking lot would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
“Hey, best friend. Over here!”
