I held the door for her and walked down the corridor to the elevator. She was still right behind me. The elevator door opened immediately and we b...th entered. I hit the button for the third floor and asked, “Which floor would you like?” “I’m going to three, also.” As the car rose, I glanced over at a fairly stunning woman. Early thirties, I’d say. Younger than me by a ways. Wearing glasses, a very stylish overcoat, and shiny black boots. She stared straight ahead until the door. It made him uneasy not to be going directly home to watch the TV news and read the paper, but he had made a promise. As soon as he entered the man’s room, he received thanks yet again. “If not for you I might still be bleeding on that sidewalk. I owe you big time.” “Forget it. Every day I read stories about people who need help that I’m powerless to give. Yesterday I was able to help. It was gratifying, you don’t owe me anything.” And to change the topic, he said: “You know, you look a whole. . the sound of silent slippers or bare feet on packed earth. A long dress, grey with washing, swishes above the hurrying feet. Several bats fly the path before the tall gaunt figure ... hurrying along.Today had been especially bad in a late life of wretched days ... but she had a little food in a poke bag she hugged to her thin chest. With care it might last two or three meals and she had eaten well before they released her.This was her path ... and not unknown to the people who lived in. He was gay and I know that she wasn’t happy about that, not that she was ashamed but she wanted grandbabies.Carlos walked out of the back room. He was striking with olive skin, dark eyes and perfectly coiffed hair. He was wearing a tight t-shirt, gym shorts and flip-flops."Sorry for my clothes. I was getting ready for the gym."No, my fault for coming so late without an appointment. I'm Rose," I said extending my hand. He shook my hand firmly.“I know who you are, Rose,” he said.“You know me?” I.