21. FOUND

I am still looking at the young man when Brent starts pulling me by the arm to walk with him. Just before I peel my eyes away from the man, he shakes his head at me in utter disapproval.

The excitement of the morning is now tainted with worry. Why would this stranger feel disapproval towards me? He does not know me. Maybe, he can, as I did, see the difference in me. Maybe he can see that I do not belong to this time either.

We walk to a small shop on the corner of two cobble stone paths crossing. The shop is filled with bottles of preserved fruits and jams. There is also a shelf with home made nut bars and different homemade sweets.

"Do you think this is the lady the other women were discussing when they were talking about winning the local jam contest?" I ask Brent quietly as we enter the small shop. The woman standing behind the counter looks like the perfect candidate to enter multiple competitions to brag with her home baked goods.