"What's the point of calling the police, aren't the military and the police in cahoots? Won't the police just aid the military?!"
The fish seller was shouting so desperately that he almost seemed eager to interfere immediately. If his words hadn't already frightened the vegetable vendor enough to stop him in his tracks, the uncle might well have snatched the phone directly from his hands.
The vegetable vendor glanced at Flossie a few times guiltily before meekly laying down his phone.
Being vegetable vendors for a living, they were not allowed to set their stall outside the Vegetable Market. To get a stall inside the market, you needed connections and money. This market was privately owned and if they offended the market owners, they would have no place to do their business.
"And what do you propose we do?"
Flossie enquired, her eyebrows raising in a somewhat nagging stance, with an air of seeming resigned in the face of an untenable situation.
