in her tracks. Someone called again. It was a man’s voice.
“Here, Here.” She spotted someone waving at her from the other side of the road. It was dark, she couldn’t picture the person’s face.
“Maria Madam.” He called again as he crossed the road. He sounded happy.
“WHY??” Maria saw his face once he was close enough and her shoulders got stiff.
“Maria madam, how are you?” David smiled. “Are you going somewhere?”
She wasn’t sure how to respond, neither did she want to talk to him or even be in the same space as him. She clutched her bag and said, “Get out of my way. I don’t know you.”
He was baffled. “Madam, I am David. I came to your store a few days ago. To buy perfume. You spent over an hour helping me… You don’t remember?” he stated, hoping to have jogged her memory, but when she
