By nightfall I was leaving the ship yards, crossing a massive steel bridge over the highway. She yelled at me and I continued to ignore her, picking up my step. I was carrying very heavy bags but it didn't matter. I had to get away.
I passed two other men leaving the yards. At least I wasn't alone with this hysterical woman and they also ignored her. At the end of the bridge was a latter that led down to the ground. It was high up, but encased in a scaffolding. I scurried to fit through the frame with my bags when the woman caught up with me.
She grabbed the top of my bag and asked why she was being ignored. By now we had reached the ground as I slowly backed away from her. I was shocked to recognize the woman. Although physically there was no resemblance, this was my childhood friend, Brenna. She looked me in the eye and with tears said "maybe I should give back."