“Ah, yes, yes, that’s her!!” my mother cried. Her remaining tears had dried up and her wails were so hoarse that they sounded like a tractor’s engine.
Yet, no one came out of the police station. Everyone here knew the truth. My mother just wanted to get some money.
"You should find Mac. He is Amy's boyfriend." Someone said.
Mac was the only one who did not mind the cigarette burns on my body. He also could make tomato and egg stir-fry for me, tell me bedtime stories while holding my hand and when he bent down to tie my shoelaces, he would say:
“I’ll only tie shoelaces for you in this lifetime.”
He was just a small-time photographer in a studio, with little income and I was merely a hostess in a hair salon. Those were the reasons why no one believed that we were in love.
So, where was he the night of the first day of the New Year?
Some said he was upstairs. Others claimed they saw him push me.
However, we broke up the day before New Year's Eve and he left me to return to Hamptown.
"We're not compatible." He did not dare to look me in the eyes.