A few more eggs are thrown at us which takes so much of our time. But when the attack has stopped, Brion and I take the opportunity to rush inside his car. I lock the door and buckle up while breathing heavily. When the car vibrates and moves in reverse, I glance outside. The by standers are still holding their phones above their faces and there’s this one lady, carrying a bag of groceries in her arm while her free hand is pointing at Brion’s car. Her forehead is wrinkled while her big eyes spew anger and her mouth with gritting teeth says things I no longer hear. Since I feel a lot safer as the car drives away from the shop, I veer my gaze from the lady and slip my hand on my bag to take out a pouch of wet wipes. After pulling out some of the wipes, I offer the pouch to Brion. I jolt when
