Before:

     At the market, Trevor saw a cart filled with radishes being sold by a vendor.

     Loveth would love a few radishes, he thought.

     He made his way slowly for the cart with his bum right leg. It wasn't easy to get around and not make a sound, especially without the cane he used at home. He could put no weight on his right leg whatsoever.  

     A lovely young citizen of the district strolled by. They weren't near Rags Boulevard, so she dressed in simple trousers and a top.

     The vendor followed her with his eyes.

     In that moment, Trevor snatched a handful of radishes off the top of the pile

to throw into the bag he kept under his cloak to make it as invisible as the rest of him. 

     As he backed away, his right leg grazed a cart...

     and that caused a blast of fresh agony so strong it made Trevor almost gasp and did make him lightheaded.

​     Ouch!

     Time to head on back.

​      At the front door of where Lyveth and her daughters lived, Trevor gave two light taps, then opened the door to slip inside after he made certain no one 

observed.

     Once inside: "Hi."

     He turned visible.

     He kept his cane next to the door.

     He used it to clump into the kitchen.

     He opened his bag to show Lyveth the radishes.

     His way of saying, look at what I got for you.

     She replied with a frown.

     Her way of saying, you stole those. I don't approve.

     Trevor went to the boiling pot and sniffed.

     His way of saying, this stew is sure going to taste a whole better with some radishes in them.

     She pointed to his leg wound.

     Her way of asking, does it hurt?

     He became a child again as the fear inherent in intense pain crossed his features.

     His way of replying, yes.

     She pointed to the room where he slept.

     Her way of saying, go and take care of that.

     As he limped away, he heard a response that made him grin.

     "Bye," she said.

CONTINUE