She had short, thin black and white hair. Her horn-rimmed glasses hid the color of her eyes. The outfit she wore was simple: an avocado green wool jacket, A light blue full skirt, with another skirt underneath it. Her shoes were the Oxford type.
The woman walked with her eyes on the sidewalk. The suitcase attached to the two-wheel cart seemed to be too heavy for her. When she looks up for a moment, the expression on her face is one of bewilderment and surprise, almost of shock. She stops at the soup kitchen door. I don’t want to go in there. No.She walks up the 3 stone steps.