There is a little old lady with a cane I see often in our neighborhood. I believe she is Greek because I once saw her climbing the stairs of the Greek Orthodox church at the corner of Moscow Road and St. Petersburg Place. She walks with great difficulty and occasionally grimaces from pain. Today I saw her waddling toward me on Westbourne Grove, but she did not see me. She was concentrating on a fellow walking past me and looking across the street. The two of them were on a collision course. When he came closer to her, he looked up and began to make a big circle around her. The way she stared at him, I thought she knew him. When they were level, though, she shouted at him: “Don’t look on the other side of the street!” He turned toward me, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled. He thought the little, old, Greek lady was crazy. But she was only afraid he would bump into her carelessly. Her outburst only shows how much pain she suffers at all times.