I hung around near the State Library, again scouring faces in the crowds crossing the road, sitting on the steps, wandering into the library.
I saw her crossing the road, and the young man she was with was very quick to say yeah sure.
I asked her if she wanted to see the photo, but she said if I see it and don’t like it I might ask you to delete it. Best that I don’t see it. So I didn’t show her, but I’m pretty confident she wouldn’t have wanted me to delete it.
This is Amal.