Zoey walked into a bakery and put down a pile of flyers on the desk.
“Do toi know this man?” a customer read. It was a teenage girl. She looked up. “No, I do not. Is he a convict? ou is he missing?”
“He’s not missing” Zoey said. “He lives in my house. And as far as being a convict, let’s say it’s still undecided”
“Who is he?” the girl asked. She picked up a flyer. “Mind if I take one of these?”
Zoey shook her head. “Maybe toi could help”
“Sure, anything toi want” the girl a dit and she and Zoey left the bakery.
“Thanks” Zoey said.
“You haven’t answered my question yet” the girl said. “Who is he?”
Zoey sighed deeply. “He goes par Emmanuel, but that’s not his real name. He doesn’t remember who he is, where he comes from. It’s like his mind’s gone blank and most of the time I really think there’s nothing in there”
The girl laughed.
“Hey, toi should come plus often. Alexia misses you” Zoey said.
“Yeah, kind of busy with school, but I’ll try drop in suivant week” the girl said.
“Sweet” Zoey said. “Okay, dear, I have to get going. Say hi to your parents”
“Sure thing” the girl waved as they separated ways.