She stood against the thin lamp post. It was painted dark green; it reminded her of a bench in a park somewhere. The feeling in her head was one of weakness. If he didn’t come pretty soon, she’d leave. All the other people waiting were pacing back and forth on the sidewalk or the pavement. It was late, past 6 in the evening, and he and his van still were nowhere to be seen. Maybe he had been held up in traffic. Somebody had robbed a jewelry store a few hours earlier and the cops were searching all the cars. She missed the Sandwich or Muffin Man. Her head was beginning to hurt. No, I don’t want to do this. I can’t do this, not today. I don’t care how much I need the sandwich. She said bye to a couple of the women she knew and walked towards the avenue.
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