From the corner of the back alley of the shop, I checked on Martha. She was standing in front of an accessories shop and was holding something in her hand as she talked to the owner of that small stall.
This was the best opportunity for me to escape, and I used it. I ran while holding the floor-length skirt of my dress, smiling brightly at my success.
I didn't care what would happen next. I only knew that this freedom tasted good.
After running some more, I came to a reasonable distance from Martha and stopped at one intersection with so many paths attached leading out of here.
"Which way to go?"
I observed all the paths and chose to go to the one that didn't have so many people walking.
As I threaded my way, I looked here and there in worry. "Why are there no women here and only men?"
