Things were settling down, though the amount of people who still shot her awful looks saddened her. After one such incident, a snide remark made under the breath of a vendor even as he took her money. She had the basket of wares in the crook of her arm, some food, a gift for Joe, and stuff for sewing baby clothes, though it was covered aside from the bread. With stooped shoulders, she made her way from the market and walked a good ten minutes or so, not going fast.

She gagged at the sudden scent of refuse and shuddered, no longer looking about for anyone but rather, a private place.