~Seventh day of the eleventh week…
This time around, Keturah had refused her caretaker from tagging along with her for a short stroll.
She wanted to be alone and just relieve her mind from stress.
However, as she walked along the pavement, many eyes would turn to stare at her as usual but she didn't mind them. She knew they were staring at her hair and eye color.
However, she was completely wrong because they were looking at something else.
The next time Keturah decided to turn and look at the people walking past her or on the other side of the pavement, she noticed that few were taking pictures of her.
A frown graced her face in displeasure. Did they want to mock her? She thought to herself.
"You should ask her, she's just right there." A woman pushed her husband but the man was reluctant especially with how Keturah glared at him when they walked past each other.
No one dared walk close to her, fearing she might not like it.
