Bab 45: 44. Reunion II

 The scorching afternoon sun of the city of Softdale mercilessly baked the pitiful human souls moving about making their daily living. Some had their hats on, others took refuge under their umbrellas, while the rest had to pray and rely on the hairs on their heads to protect their brains from boiling as they weaved their ways through the congested roads. 

Que tightly gripped the glass of lemonade in her hands to prevent her fingers from shaking. Even though she grew up in the city, she would never get use to the heat. One doesn't get use to torture, for each time the pain is antagonizing.

Her gaze wandered again to the kid at the other side of the road sitting infront of a candy shop. He was trying so hard to attract customers, shouting all kinds of catchy phrases but the had failed miserably so far.