Whatever his proposition might be, it boded no ″good″ for her and her friends - that was as plain as a pikestaff.
But where could she hide from him? A crowded place seemed the best bet.
Although no one had taken any notice before, if the man in gray really tried to harm her and she called for help, people would surely hear.
Besides, she told herself, she'd be harder to find in a crowd than on her own.
So Momo spent the rest of the afternoon walking the busiest streets and squares surrounded by jostling pedestrians.
All through the evening and well into the night she continued to trudge in a big circle that brought her back to her starting point.
Around and around she went, swept along by a fast-flowing tide of humanity, until she had completed no fewer than three of these circuits.
After keeping this up for so many hours, her weary feet began to ache.
It grew later and later, but still she walked, half asleep, on and on and on...
″Just a little rest,″ she told herself at last, ″just a teeny little rest, and then I'll be more on my guard...″
Parked beside the curb was a little three-wheeled delivery truck laden with an assortment of sacks and cartons.
Momo climbed aboard, found herself a nice, soft sack and leaned her back against it.
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