Gazing at the streets, heat waves dancing before her eyes. Augusta Georgia seems hotter than the foyers of hell. No air condition, only a folded newspaper bent into a fan to keep the heat from driving her insane, Ana stood in her window looking out on the streets, her elegant profile a silhouette against the lucidity of the glass. She can’t shake the feeling of being watched is why she’s standing in the shadows. She stood in early morning first light in the apartment suffocating air recollecting the morning’s event wondering what did she do to offend the landlord? When entering the rental building to pay the rent the landlord glared at her as if she had been touched by the demon Azazel and was rehearsing for a starring role in the movie “Fallen 4.” To think things thoroughly she goes back outside in the last dew of this day and pace the walk way while no one is up and about, the streets are deserted except for the early birds coming from or going to work. The rental office kept early hours for people like herself so there would be no excuse for not paying on time.
(Sorry most of the chapter had to be removed. No, not for content reasons but at request of my publishing firm.)