The woman

Lorenzo decided it was was probably a better idea not follow and confront his dad just yet, but to instead follow the woman to see why his father could possibly risk ruining his life to have an affair.

Lorenzo stalked behind the woman who in the daylight he could see was a lithe, elegant brunette with a Middle Eastern complexion. Lorenzo followed her for at least two blocks before she stopped into a local convenience store. He waited with baited breath for her to exit. When she finally did she was holding a pack of Virginia slims in her hand. He watched as she delicately opened the packet and removed one. This was Lorenzo’s chance to learn more about this woman. He approached her nervously and sheepishly asked “ excuse me miss, could I possibly have one of your cigarettes?”

The woman looked at Lorenzo and said “of course young lady, here you go.” She held the cigarette and a lighter out in front of her. Lorenzo was annoyed. For the second time today he had been mistaken for a girl and to make matters worse this was the woman who was doing who knows what with his father. He dared not correct her in case she grew suspicious of his actions. Lorenzo took the two items from the ladies hand and tried his best to copy what his mother normally did. The woman looked amused and quipped at him, “if your going to smoke you need to be more graceful.” Lorenzo looked back at her confused. “Try to hold it me like me and breath out in a more seductive way. The boys would love it.” The lady said with a wry smile. Lorenzo not wanting to be rumbled acquiesced and tried his best to mimic her. This cigarette was different to the one he had smoked earlier not as harsh on his throat. “Not a bad effort!” She said. “Listen I can’t stay all day and give you tips but I have places to be.” With this she turned away and continued down the road. Lorenzo waited a few moments until there was a reasonable distance and carried on following the woman. He noticed her slip down an alley way a few blocks down. He poked his head round the corner and noticed the woman putting something onto her head. It was a hijab. On her left hand sat a glorious diamond ring. Lorenzo moved into the crowd watching a nearby busker and waited for the woman to appear back onto the street. When she did he continued to follow her. She then stopped at the local mosque and went inside. Lorenzo knew he couldn’t follow her inside so began to make his way back home, happy in the knowledge he knew more about who this woman was.