I am two bites into my banana when the voice comes at me, just inches behind my right ear, writhing with suppressed panic. “Excuse me?” It is a question, it is an apology, and it is uttered in less than perfect English. I turn around and the woman is ever so slightly too close to my shoulder but her brows are knitted with worry. I stifle my
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