Wood 1

Jules curiously watched as the bald man in the bowler hat put down the crust of his sandwich, looked up at her, and winked. She knew that she shouldn’t be staring at strangers, but she also knew that strangers shouldn’t be winking at her, so she wasn’t sure whether she or the man would get into more trouble with mom. The man gave her a warm smile, placed his opened briefcase on the sidewalk next to the bench he had been resting on and lightly hopped into it. She looked up at her mom to see if she noticed, but she was busy paying the baker for some day-old sour dough that Jules knew she was going to have to eat with watered leak soup. The baker hadn’t noticed either. It was the most remarkable thing Jules had ever seen, and no one else had noticed.

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