Through air gritty with the cigarette smoke exhaust of buses and cars, through the fluorescent-lighted cathedral of fast food and loud voices, she stepped–
–Into a world of knick knacks. Beads in every hue. T-shirts in stark colors beside stands of puffy pant. Boxes and bird houses made of freshly squared wood. It smelled like warmth and lay wrapped in a blanket of hushed patience.
She felt an outsider in this cozy space and quieted her steps as she passed.