***
“Dammit, Michael,” Azile said with the same far away stare.
“What’s the matter?” Tommy asked, pulling up alongside.
“That man! He’s like trying to catch falling leaves in the winter.”
Tommy sat back not sure how to respond. “Azile, there are no leaves in the winter.”
“Exactly,” she said, exasperated. “He went off the pathway.”
“Should we go get him?” Tommy asked.
“No, for whatever reason he left, it must be important. We will continue on.”