The knock was so faint that had he not been near the window waiting, it would have gone unnoticed. He peaked around the curtains to ensure it was her. She was standing with an over-stuffed canvass carry-bag held behind her which forced her graceful shoulder’s back and her rounded chest forward. Her dark hair was casually restrained by a blue headband that matched a striped dress that might have seemed quite ordinary on someone more ordinary. Her skirt began to sway back and forth as she rocked the basket behind her back, and her lips were moving as though she was singing a song. Pg. 96
Gerred Lee 