It was late and I still had work left. She rang me, and asked if I was done. Another fifteen minutes, I told her. She rang up again. I was on my way home.
“Walk faster, will you?”
I brushed it off saying I was used to these streets, there was nothing to worry. She persisted. I gave in. Then suddenly she said, “run.”
“Run? Why?” I asked. There was a pause and then in that sweet voice she said,
“Because I want to listen to you breath…”