Talia wondered who would chase a boy that obviously belonged to this party. Did he make some mischief? Did he see something he shouldn't have? Or were baddies after him?
Talia's every next possibility was more dangerous and her head whipped in the direction from where more hurried steps were heard.
Talia looked incredulously at the three girls that came into view; they wore fancy dresses and had neat hair. None of them could be more than ten years old, and Talia wondered if they were also being chased by someone.
The three girls stopped to talk to Talia.
"Aunty, did you see a pretty boy?" One girl asked.
Talia realized that the girls were looking for the boy who was behind the bench. Were they his friends? Should she expose him? She decided against it. "I am here for a while, and I didn't see a boy."
The girls exchanged dejected expressions and then continued to follow the path with urgency.
