Zoey walked into a bakery and put down a pile of flyers on the desk.
“Do you know this man?” a customer read. It was a teenage girl. She looked up. “No, I do not. Is he a convict? Or 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 you could help”
“Sure, anything you want” the girl said 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 by 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, you should come more often. Alexia misses you” Zoey said.
“Yeah, kind of busy with school, but I’ll try drop in next 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.