RICO
He had just dropped the call on his wife—Barbara, wrapped a semi-thick shawl about his neck, and skedaddled to catch up with Gioia, who had walked quite a distance by now.
"Hey! Hey, lady! Please excuse me!" he called out to her as he hurried on.
'Why does she walk so fast anyway? Where is she desperately heading off to in a hurry?'
Meanwhile, Gioia had deliberately increased her pace when she suspected that the stranger was calling out to her. She was freaking out internally.
'It's so early, and I don't think I know this man calling out to me. He must be a stranger because things are not done this way in Saraceno . . . If so, then why am I running from him? I shouldn't be doing that,' she said internally and halted at once.
Turning around, she had thought up a rather feisty approach at confronting him.