I followed her out of the pub, walking behind her like the innocent man I used to be. I followed her for an hour, then she turned out of 18 Thrawl Street, blabbing on about some bonnet she had acquired. Continuing on to the corner of Osborn Street and Whitechapel Road. She and Nelly talked, she claiming that she had enough money to pay for her bed three times over, but had rank it all away. Silly Mary. As she walked on, and away from Nelly, I stole behind her. She had grey hairs gleaming in her dark brown hair, as it fell in waves as she walked briskly to a destination she would never reach.