Do I look so unhappy or troubled as to make a lady stop me from behind, ask me to put off the earphone, and then hand in a pocket-size salvation brochure? I glimpsed its frontispiece when she drew it from a handbag. It was the same brochure I was given months ago. A lady suddenly tapped me from behind and opened a brown leather handbag to pass me a folded paper in which some sentences from the Bible were printed along with the address and phone number of a church. Probably they are the same woman. What did she see in me?
