We left the house without Nemie. The streets were still dark and some neighbors were awake early. They recognized Razbill Silvero through the dim light. He acknowledged their call by smiling and waving a hand as he led me out, never once did we stop to entertain their questions about who I am, and why we were leaving early.
We rode a tricycle on our way to the bus stop. I said nothing about the small vehicle. I appreciated that it was open and so was the freezing morning wind. He lent me a black jacket of his. The coat of IHM was left hanging in his room at the back of the door. I had my arms crossed over my chest because I had no top underwear underneath his loose shirt and the jacket, and not because I was cold. There was nothing much to cover in my front but the absence of a bra was k
